They say everyone changes in space. The good girls and boys who finish pilot training jet off to Luna Base, Ares Base, Aphrodite Base, or another station where row upon row of gleaming mecha awaits, and they never come back the same. The void steals the certainty from people’s veins and makes them wonder things they’ve never pondered before. Or, depending on who you ask, it makes people gay and trans, sometimes at the same time. For you, it gave you room to wander. To develop. To grow. Room you desperately needed.