After his tenth lap, Sheldon always got into the zone. Back and forth, back and forth. The steady rhythm of his strong limbs moving through the water had a hypnotising effect. Soothing. It had taken him a couple of months to get used to the strict mandatory laps rules of the Colony; back on Earth he hardly left the bed for any other reason than to change the Battery Regulation System when it was down. Life had been so easy. His bed had everything he desired, from refrigerator to ISL. He had Instant Social Life here too, but who needed to connect digitally when you lived together in a sphere with fifty other humans on their first mission to AK-9854271.
