Far above the gas giant "Nexus Prime" orbited an enormous lotus-like structure comparable in size to a large asteroid, The Chi'vakos. It was on this station that staging had begun for the diplomatic mission to Unity Accord Space. most of the crew had already packed themselves into efficient storage cubes. One of the still active passengers floated through one of the pressurized domes. This room was, to the untrained eye, a bland off-white color, a few cybernetic beings wandering aimlessly across the room with a couple of mannequin like robots. Gaimisa had seen this before on many stations, Being a spacer could be lonely, most had left some people behind. Many social animals had social needs, and the Space-Stations of the Amalgamate were designed with the needs of the people in mind. The Station knew how to comfort spacers who had a hard time adjusting to interspecies interstellar living. 

	A few of the Beings had tight privacy settings, and Gaimisa could not eavesdrop on them others were a bit more open with what they did in their spare time. A few of them even charged, from what Gaimisa had experienced, these glimpses into the private thoughts of spacers rarely were worth the cost. Gaimisa had a heavily augmented sensory system and could handle multiple different simultaneous sensory imputs without any-kind of problem. Many of the spacers saw themselves in environments that to them were familiar alongside people they had not seen in years...or in a few cases, centuries. 

	Watching these spacers cling on to old things reminded Gaimisa of ver own sentimentality, ve remembered the first stories ve reported, very poorly as ve remembered. Gaimisa had always at least pretended to be a journalist, now ve was one, and not just plagiarizing stories and rewriting them to fit different points of view, or outright making stuff up.

The Nexus was, as always, a bustle of activity, billions, perhaps even trillions of minds scattered across the moons, to those unaccustomed to the digital cities, everything was chaos, but with the proper filters in place the maelstorm of data could be navigated. Most people lived in symbiosis with numerous programs designed to sift through information, translate other languages and detect malware. Such was life in the Amalgamate.

	Gaimisa posted a story containing various pieces of speculation ve had gathered on the Diplomatic situation between the Unity Accord and the Amalgamate, to the majority of Amalgamate citizens, none of this really mattered, but Gaimisa had an audience of political analysts.