Weightless in the dark aboard TessaDani, Dani Severin twisted to scratch the middle of her back and bumped into the wall beside her bunk. When the itch was scratched, the projection from her computer popped back into her mind. Ninety cubic meters of solid waste delivered to Mars, at the going rate . . . Would Personal Recycling, Ltd., now in its first circuit through the Belt, survive to make a second one?
ANALOG, March/April 2020