Module: Tekh Obliqued Habitation Ring 1
“The first step to making sea-coffee is to split open the plant’s roots. Now here I have some that I just cut off, uh... these came from our... our hydroponics on the ship. Chances are if you are making it at home on.. on Earth, you’ll get your roots dried ‘cause they’re imported, but it’s pretty much the same process. Now here, I have a pairing knife. I uh... you can also get these pre-peeled but I like to do it like this, ‘cause it’s.. it’s like a whole process.”
Moekuike flipped open the knife, notable because of the fact that it was not a standard root pairing knife but a pocket knife of Human design.
“Lets get started.” Moekuike cleared their throat. “Now the first step is to... You start at the tear point of the root... This little ring structure here... and go down like thi- God Damnit!”
Moekuike put the knife down, looking at the newfound gash in their palm where they were bleeding profusely. With their unwounded other hand, they reached over and turned off the recording device they were speaking into. Using both of their lower arms they clasped around their bleeding hand. They realized they were shaking. Moekuike was recommended to make video logs and the like to send to their friends and family back on Tuule, but it was clearly not working out for them.
“[Make a video. You’ll feel so great you made something that your friends can see!]” Moekuike said to themselves in their native Litritian tongue, with a not-so-subtle dose of mocking jeer added to it. “[The last thing I need is more dumb side-projects to work on.]” With a huff, they grabbed the camera and began their trip to the medical ward, leaving a pile of quickly desiccating sea-coffee roots and a splash of blood on their desk.
Module: Tekh Hydroponics Chamber B
Moekuike looked at the slowly undulating leaves of a tank of sea-coffee plants. They liked it in the Hydroponics bay, with it’s directional lighting and consistent hot/cold cycling mimicking the perpetual sunset of Tuule’s horizon. Moekuike had lived most of their life near the equator, where the Tekhnian sun took on a dim red hue with beautiful clouds that splayed colors seen nowhere else in the world. In space, they only had the poor replication of the Hydroponics bay to comfort their woes of homesickness. It was a good room to meditate in.
Moekuike’s meditation was stifled by the pain still throbbing in their bandaged hand. With a sigh, they left the Hydroponics bay to fetch themselves a fresh cup of sea-coffee.