It looked more like a holding cell than a room: a circular metal construction with a smooth metal floor and ceiling. Lights, small wattage LEDs, were spaced along the corners where wall met floor in this odd cylinder-room and gave off the faintest yellow light, enough for the lighting of the floor and naught else. The only attraction visually in this room, the one thing that did separate it from a mere holding cell, was the window. Cicular like the room, the giant porthole stuck out from the room like a convex lenx, thick and heavy, it was designed by the engineers who conceived it to withstand the blast of a nuclear explosion or the pressure of the deepest sea. No vanes of seams marred the view from this magnificent structure and it seemed to defy all laws of physics and common sense, especially considering its application.

The room itself was not large, perhaps only enough room for one to admire the genius of the window from the metal doorway directly opposite it, but it was a tall room, and the window took advantage this: from 3 feet from the ceiling down 12 feet to just 3 feet to the floor, the enormity of this intended view never ceased to amaze even those who had seen it many times before.

At the bottom of this window (from the floor up) was built a ledge that wrapped uniformly into the window itself. Atop the ledge was made the softest of beds and thus a window-cocoon, allowing the user to drift off to sleep as if surrounded by nothing but whatever magnificent view graced the outside of his or her (or its) chamber. It was upon seeing this that one became aware of why no one designed more detail or accessories into this plain window-room made of metal and glass. There would be no point to it, for no one could escape the pull of the cozy cocoon lying in glass, looking out on the endless universe.

It was atop this very loft that Logan sat, quiet and mesmerized, as he looked out onto a dizzying yet beautiful array of stars and planets as the ship he was boarded on sped toward its next destination. He had seen this sight too many times to be surprised by it, but not yet enough times to avoid being awed and humbled by it. It all seemed so empty, so cold and unforgiving-yet so alive and hopeful and, surprisingly, comforting.