The station shines with the septic straight beams of the space-bound sun. Its glass reflects the perfect squares of carefully curated photons streaming into perfectly fashioned panoramas. Everything is perfect efficiency- every watt of power and molecule of oxygen is carefully accounted for. The machine hums, perfectly suited to the conveyance of human needs, perfectly useless at supporting the human.
Away from the rugged rough overwrought mass of the Planet below, minds were sent into screaming insanity- undone utterly by calorie counters and springs and the cold application of physics.