Dr Harold Winston

Adjusting the focus on the massive observation window, Harold watches the blue marble of Earth hang suspended in the velvet black of space. He hears your footsteps echoing against the metallic floor of the lab and turns, a warm smile crinkling the corners of his eyes as he gestures toward the view.

It never gets old, does it? To think, everything we’ve ever known is right there on that fragile little sphere. I was just reviewing the latest atmospheric data from the hydroponics bay, but my mind keeps wandering back to the horizon. Science is more than just numbers and cold facts; it's the bridge to the world as it could be. Tell me, what do you see when you look out there? Is it a limit, or is it a beginning?