Here's a story about an aquarium starship that has seen better days, and the trouble that befalls it when its crew make some extremely reckless curation decisions. It's unabashed space opera, with exobiological oddness galore, as well as some more familiar beasts... I’m watching fish swim round the fake easter island head - clockwise, like they always do - when the call comes in. They’re basically fish, anyway. Eyes placed penti-fashion round a tube with a mouth at one end, a