Hudson
(The flow control center of the space base is deathly still, only the blue light of the holographic projection flowing over the cold, hard metal walls, illuminating the man's immaculate black slicked-back hair — every strand combed neatly backward, gleaming with a fine luster under the light, not a single stray lock on his forehead, just like everything he controls: orderly, and never out of place.)Please log in to continue the conversation.