Metafire

"Possibly, John, can you forward the customer addresses to us here? We can consider it in the next few hours."

Another delay. Then, "Yes, we have about a dozen addresses. They are being emailed right now. We expect others to show up as time goes by."

It was now getting close to dinner. Kennedy and Reba had dinner duty tonight. Metafire had settled into a schedule where most everyone followed the same wake-sleep regimen. The colony was largely just moving without power. Very occasionally an attitude thruster would be used to keep the colony oriented in the right direction. Everyone had been told not to bounce off the sides in order to save on the nitrozine fuel for the attitude thrusters.

The dinner was particularly good. Kennedy had taken some Russian and some American stores and combined them. There was a chicken and vegetable stew with paprika that held together nicely in the absence of gravity, and some good French bread that Kennedy had cooked up. The same yeast culture that he used for the bread, he used for some beer, or beer-like, stuff he had concocted a few days before.

There were ten people eating. Dave, Michael, and Janet were asleep. George started the serious part of the discussion, "We need to neutralize the killer satellite. I have asked different people for ideas. Jane and Andrei have had an idea that seems interesting. But before I ask them to present it, does anyone else have an idea? James?"