Sandeep woke for another day, his home for ten years now a small farming colony on a planet in the halo, far above the galactic disk.
It had taken many generations in relative time even at near-light velocity to travel this far out from the ancient home of his distant ancestors, and there was much danger along the way.
But the massive colony ship, even with the repairs needed as parts wore out or were damaged by accident or collision, somehow did its job of getting its crew there.
This world was the moon of a brown dwarf, a failed star more massive than even long-lost Jupiter in the now fabled solar system of Old Earth.
The sky was dark, but warm, and supported the crops that so far have sustained the colony, cultivated forests of engineered fungi and others not dependent on the visible light of a host star to grow and flourish.
It was morning for Sandeep, and he greeted each morning with a look skyward, beholding the entire disk of the galaxy in its full glory.
Sandeep rolled up the sleeves of his coveralls. He began the day, as always, with a sight he never tired of . . . a morning filled with four hundred billion suns, and a wistful glance toward a home long ago left behind.
Time to go to work!