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The ghost of Dr. Lynus Hayes had haunted the corridors of the Exhault 5 space station for 150 years. In that time he had broken several records; first confirmed haunting of an artificial satellite; first confirmed spiritual visitation by a Nobel laureate; first ghost to be given the Diana Spencer Award for Contributions to Paranormal Science (awarded posthumously, of course).



Now, as the station was scheduled to be demolished, Dr. Lynus Hayes was making healines once again.





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Seiko really hated the graveyard shift. What sense did it make to fix the enviro leak in corridor 7-A when the entire station was about to be sold to Spatial SalvageInc.and then broken down for scrap?

No one needed Exhault 5 anymore. This space station was way to small to serve as a service station.

Oh sure 150 years ago it was the main traffic hub of this planet less star.

The star had been discovered in Pre Astro times and was marked in the Union star catalogs as DENIS 1048-39 and known as Denis Star. This This extremely dim brown dwarf was of little importance but it was 13.2 Lightyears from Sol and Earth and thus had to have a space station.

When they offered a laid back and easy job as a System maintenance engineer on an old space station it sounded like a good thing but it was to boring even for him.

Well in two month it would be all over. He would move to the new station, much closer to the local brown dwarf, big enough to serve to serve as a stop over for full size battle ships and the real big freighters making the core run from Petra and Blue Moon to Sol and vice versa.

The new station was a full Gigamon and that menat first class recreation and entertainment.

But until the new station was completed, this one had to be maintained. Not that it served much of a purpose other than being a GalNet repeater relay.

The corridor was deserted, not that there was many personell left in the first place, but at this time in the wee hours just past the ten hour,or past midnight OTT (Old Terran time) not even a janitor robot was active.

It was an old station but like everything Union, everything was spot less and sparkling clean. Space Station operations manual, section 61 spelled out in bureaucratic detail how much dust particles per cubic meter were acceptable.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Glad you came on such a short notice Mr.Sinclair.” The station manager greeted the tall blonde man that stepped through the air lock membrane.

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