Zero Gee
Gee has been a space farmer and scavenger his whole life, but a lifetime alone in the starry void is starting to look lackluster. Will brushing the spacedust off his mag-boots and settling into the hustle and bustle of port life suit him better? But then what to do about the coffee plants? And grubs? Note: This is the original version of my story 'Back to our roots', which was a contest entry limited to 500 words, so there are similarities between them. However, both stories took very different directions and are worthy to fly their own course.…