Cal was getting up. He slept well up here. Everything was made for it, optimized and focused. The most important thing. Or one of them, as they would tell them. There was a hierarchy here, like on earth but it was to help them do the best work. But, unlike...

She had to imagine the soap. And the hot water. And the dish becoming progressively clean. The previously crusted ceramic surface turning a smooth white. It reminded of the few times she did  dishes in college. The lighting was good in that memory. The sun coming in through the kitchen...