Walking around in the station, he suddenly hears a melody in his head. A melody he had already forgotten, he does not even remember the name of the song anymore.
He arrives at the office, greeted by a smile that is slowly becoming more and more familiar. He sees that she is sitting behind a big stack of paper, so he just smiles back and goes to his desk to start working.
There is some interesting stuff today. One of the servers is acting up. He tries to log on but fails, so he switches into work mode and concentrates. Without noticing, he starts to softly hum the melody.
After a while without success he is still humming. His PDA beeps. It is an email from a colleague asking him to stop because it distracts him.
After another while, he is now sure that the server has a cooling issue but is still planning a way to fix it. They cannot yet build computers from scratch on the moon, he reminds himself. On earth, that system would have been disposable, but here …
Suddenly the PDA beeps again. It is a text from Celia. She asks what the beautiful song was that he hummed. You hear so little music up here, she writes. Why did he stop?
Oh, they took a big catalog of music to the moon. One guy brought a collection he had assembled over years among his personal items. News made the rounds, so did copies, and someone even managed to set up kind of a radio service that grew into a pretty varied offering. It had even inspired some to make their own music. So, technically, Celia was wrong. But he does not correct her.
Technically. What a word.
He proceeds to fix the server’s cooling. The machine is down for about two hours, and he manages to get it back up again. This time it runs smoothly, after a while it warms up enough that the fans kick in with a soft purring.
A purr? That sets off the melody again. He still can’t remember the name of the song or any of its text. Again, he asks himself what Celia wanted to actually say. She must know about that radio station, right?
The purring is still there. So he checks on one of the major fans, only to discover that the sound becomes louder. He suspects a problem with a bearing, and he switches the server off again to look at the malfunctioning fan. He starts humming again. Quickly, the PDA beeps.
He takes the fan apart. A white cloth serves him as a base, the bearings keep rolling away on paper. The high amount of fine motor skills required make him continue the humming. No more mail from his colleague. Just the knowledge that in the next room, someone is sitting at her desk, with a little smile on her face, while he hums his melody.
He notices that the radio has never played it.
He fixes the fan and switches the server back on again. A small particle had found its way into the bearing, causing the purring sound. The fan was running slowly most of the time, so it had sounded like a purr. Now he just hears some slight whooshing. He is quite happy about having fixed this old piece of machinery. When they manage to actually produce spares, he thinks to himself, he will exchange half the system, but for now it falls to him to keep it all patched up and floating. God forbid anyone brought a needle …
When he finishes everything, he notices the morning has already passed and it is time for lunch. He looks outside but cannot find her. So he heads off to a „cafeteria“, more like a gathering room with a kitchen corner and someone working as cook/waiter. She is not there either, but since he is hungry he decides to simply stay around and eat something.
On his return to the office, he still finds her chair empty. He works until the end of his shift and heads back to his quarters.
He lies down. As he closes his eyes, he smiles. What was the name of this song again? With that question on his mind, he drifts off to sleep.