The watering hole—with its dusty plastic counters—was at the end of the known universe. He had traveled to every imaginable star just to come here to see where it all began and it all ended. Somehow, the Spaceman expected more. The walls were a harsh white, and the rest of the bar was comprised of large opaque panels. It felt less like being inside a bar and more like being inside a giant vending machine. Besides himself, he shared the room with no one save the Donizetti play
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