In a blink, the bright white ball rose from the rear of the ship and boiled away. After it, a series of silent undulations tore apart the writhing body of the ArcLight. Bits of hull popped, spraying debris out into space. Koken watched sullenly as the ship sprayed parts and bodies into the black. But his private show did not last long. Once others saw the scene outside, the full noise of the station returned.

Only now, instead of curated music and hushed conversations, screams echoed throughout.