NARRATOR: Aboard Bristlecone, enroute to the giant Oafan station Eina-Afa...
TAGON: The central cylinder, the habitable space, is spun for gravity, and the atmosphere extends all the way "up" to the spindle.
Think of it as a great, big can full of sky, built to be a paradise for our clients.
It might be hard to gauge its size from this distance. That cylinder is about eighty-one hundred kilometers across.
If it helps you visualize it, you could drop Mars into that can, and then tuck Luna and Europa in on top.
SCHLOCK: I hope it's full of sky, and not full of whoop-a—
TAGON: *interrupting* Stow that, Sergeant.