I realized this morning it was saturday so, yeah. Time hits differently when you stay in the same room for a week I guess.
Be safe everybody, and respect the damn lockdown if there is one in your country.
Sinus is working as a Sky Cleaner, wandering around in space to localize garbage for it to be collected. They're living a peaceful routine, not changing much while time goes by, until one day they would be at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
Light SF one-shot featuring Sinus the sky cleaner, space, coffee, as well as not great people, not an AI, and definetly not a fish.