by Nick Linsky
(Boston)
I broke my nose. I was riding a bicycle in the ship's big cylindrical workout room, the only place you can go to feel a little bit of gravity and I do mean a *little* bit. The faster you go the more traction you have, but it's nothing like a bike on Earth. I let my focus (and my steering) drift for just a second and I was flying through the air, smack into a joist, little red droplets of my own blood floating in one direction and me in the other.
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