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The landing permits alone took three hours, which somehow felt fitting for New Providence—humanity's first extrasolar foothold, now more shrine than frontier. The original hab domes still stand at the city's heart, preserved behind climate-controlled glass like insects in amber, while the sprawl around them has calcified into the sort of place where every street corner has a plaque and every administrator has a genealogy. I've walked these older colonies before, and there's always this bittersweet sting: watching pioneers become heritage, watching the messy work of survival get bronze-plated and filed away. Still, I'll grant them this—they *did* make it, and that counts for something when you're staring at the void.