(Ceruno)
These rest stations, placed at intervals along the route, were built on the ground and then sent over through the Survey Center's large-scale Wormhole Device.
The engineering teams only needed to tow them to their designated locations and secure them in place, making setup quite fast.
These stations had been built to give people somewhere to shelter from the occasional solar wind dust storms, though hiding inside engineering vehicles would also work.
"Ugh, it's so small. There isn't even room for four people to sit, is there? And there's no gravity?"
Just as Mono complained, the lunar rest station was rather small.
Construction costs here were not high enough to permit gravity generators at every station. Even the entrance airlock was tiny; squeezing four people inside was difficult enough, and if they were wearing bulky spacesuits, they would probably have to enter in two batches.
"It's fine. I can handle the gravity."
With a snap of my fingers, the bubble I spread out gave the rest cabin a gravitational environment. Then I helped the still-uncomfortable Miluno onto the only small bed to rest.
The bed was hard, but the sheets and bedding were fairly clean. There was no telling how many people had slept in them, but Miluno did not mind. Once she lay down, she finally seemed to relax a little.
"Sorry, my body suddenly feels a little strange. This has never happened before..."
Yet before long, she began to squirm uneasily again, as though ants were crawling all over her.
"Should we find a doctor?"
Miluno merely shook her head with a bitter smile.
"No. Do you think seeing a doctor would help a body like mine?"
Magical Girls almost never got sick, so there was little need for so many doctors. Since the New World began,