[ It's almost by mistake, that Amos is here. It's not his usual haunt, a place where he feels more secure and safe than any other. No, that's usually his machine shop, engineering, anything close to a reactor that he can work with. Not a chapel. Not religion. Religion had never meant anything to him.
There's a girl here; better yet, a woman. One he hasn't seen before, but it feels like the crew of this station keeps on rolling, people coming and going, like it was back when they were on the Cant. People finishing their contracts, people starting new. Only there has been no choice here, yet.
She asks him about fate, and Amos steps closer, looking at the walls, painted with faithful words. ]
chapel
There's a girl here; better yet, a woman. One he hasn't seen before, but it feels like the crew of this station keeps on rolling, people coming and going, like it was back when they were on the Cant. People finishing their contracts, people starting new. Only there has been no choice here, yet.
She asks him about fate, and Amos steps closer, looking at the walls, painted with faithful words. ]
Fate means that we have no free will, doesn't it?