“Seriously Tanner?” Maddison asked from the door.
“What?” Tanner turned to see the frown on her face.
A piano in space made little sense. It had to be a remnant from the early days of cheap launch solutions. As humans transitioned away from liquid rocket boosters and high dollar per pound launch platforms engineers routinely sent awkward objects into orbit. Just to prove they could.
This was before the first space tourist tragedy and long before the event that started the First Orbital War. The engineers must have assumed that a hunk of wood, some thin wired and 88 plastic keys would orbit a few times and then burn up in the atmosphere.
It would have, if the cargo container functioned properly.
Malfunctions, mistakes and miscalculations were now the foundation of Off Earth Salvage. Most of the debris created during the first orbital war was now collected and processed. The bigger pieces were stored on the moon at the Off Earth Maintenance and Repair headquarters. Smaller pieces were still here on Lagrange-4 but a piano didn’t belong anywhere.
“Tell me you’re going to turn that into a wardrobe or a wet bar.” Maddison stepped further into his room.
“No. I’m going to restore it and learn to play.” Tanner answered factually.