The Mind’s Eye: Her crew held her together day by day, scrabbling for a living at the margins of the solar system.
Meade would fix everything if she could, her pilot’s seat’s squeaking on up to the glitchy engines and too small fuel tanks.
But Captain Celeste wouldn’t spend money on the Mind’s Eye.
So, sweat dripping, Meade piloted the Mind’s Eye for the next big score.
If it existed.
