The coffee tasted stale but it was hot and provided that much needed synaptic kick.
He flicked a switch to be engulfed by a barrage of lights and screens of rolling infinite data.
Anything changed? Nope. Log it.
He grabbed a slice of pizza from the last watch, leaned back and plonked his feet on the console.
See space they said, the final frontier they said, to boldly go they said.