Moon Hub ((install)) [SAFE]

I press a button. A distant klaxon wails—a soft, polite sound, like a microwave finishing. The Hub stretches, yawns, and gets back to work.

The Hub isn't a city. Not yet. It’s a knuckle: a titanium-and-concrete junction where the Lunar South Pole supply lines meet the tourist ferries from Tranquility. By day, it’s chaos—miners bartering ice for carbon-fiber patches, scientists fighting for bandwidth on the deep-space array, and rich idiots paying $50 million to jump in low-gravity bounce houses. moon hub

Back to work.

I pour a cup of rehydrated coffee. It tastes like rust and nostalgia. I press a button

But at night? At night, it’s mine.