The dawn came at strange times on the moon. Artificial time was something that should definitely be left to computers. Today, the lucky number was 5:30 A.M. Much too early for me. Unfortunately, artificial dawn was much harder to ignore than real dawn, because it meant every single light in the complex turned on, including the ones in my compartment. No, they didn’t care much for subtleties here. For a place where the conventional time on Earth didn’t exist, timing sure meant a lot to people. Except in the morning, which came whenever the guy manually controlling the lights felt like it should. I’d never hit anyone in my life, but I liked to think that if I ever met that guy, I would punch his lights out. No pun intended.
The sudden assault of the lights on my senses gave me an instant headache, and I pulled the covers over my head for a while to block it out. It didn’t do much good. I’ve always been one of those people who can’t let their mind drift