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"It's a sight to behold isn't it?" says Kosmo, catching you gazing out at the Asterion. The pair of you are in a meeting room built into the high walls of the Moltke crater. One wall is glass and looks out across the preposterously tall moonbrick buildings and long agri-parks that cover the crater's floor. Through the dome that covers the whole crater you can see the blue of Earth twinkling, and of course, the almost-finished ship.
Habitus, the corporation that has controlling interest on Luna, favors a sparse style. Moonbrick, highly compacted regolith or moon dust, is everywhere unpainted. A great rough slab of it makes up the table in the meeting room. Kosmo leans back in a gray plastic chair, his feet on the slab. He scrolls idly through a tablet. Half of his face is clearly synthetic skin, slightly chrome tinted. Silvery cords spiral out from his head, occasionally moving of their own accord. When he turns his head you can see his mechanical throat beneath his unbuttoned collar. He could have afforded a natural-looking fake eye, but he has chosen to wear a metal one with a camera lens that moves independently. You don't know much about him except that he's the wealthiest private backer of the expedition. His only condition was that he got to join the colony and sit in on the decision-making. To make himself useful, he's offered his time as a secretary of sorts during the planning phase.
He flips his tablet casually and it spins in a lazy circle in the low gravity. "I bet you think I'm a useless addition to the team. I'm no scientist or engineer right?"