The Lattice of Small Hands
About the Story
A young salvage pilot answers a desperate plea from a failing habitat, risking everything to recover a stolen stabilization core. Through cunning, sacrifice, and a mysterious navigational artifact, she unites neighbors and sparks a fragile, bottom-up resistance against corporate reclamation.
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Ratings
Reviews 6
I finished this in one sitting and I’m still thinking about Erin tightening that ratchet — that small, tactile moment sets the whole tone. The prose is intimate without being precious: you can feel the cold vacuum light through the torn viewport and taste the coffee in the mess hall. I loved how the author uses tiny domestic details (the chipped milk crate, the child’s melted toy, the funeral plaque) to build a real, lived-in habitat. The arc from solo salvage pilot to reluctant community leader felt earned, especially the scene where she uses the mysterious navigational artifact to lure neighbors together — it’s low-key magic. The AI companion is written with enough personality to be believable without stealing the show. This is space fiction that’s about people, not spectacle. Warm, clever, and quietly moving. Highly recommend.
Technically sharp and emotionally grounded. The author does excellent worldbuilding in short strokes — the brown dwarf’s bruised amber light, the humm of the skiff, and the smell of burned insulation + seaweed oil all efficiently suggest a frontier that’s both harsh and oddly domestic. Erin’s skillset as a salvage pilot is believable because the narrative gives those details real weight: the ratchet moment, the map of the milk crate, even the crowbar exchange with Miri are not just flavor but character-building. Structurally, the clever use of a stolen stabilization core and the bottom-up resistance against corporate reclamation gives the plot clear stakes without resorting to melodrama. My only quibble is a few places where the pacing slows as the author lingers on atmosphere — but that’s a stylistic choice that many readers will appreciate. A thoughtful, well-crafted entry in modern space fiction.
This story quietly broke my heart in all the right ways. Erin’s small rituals — wiping grease across her cheek, keeping sockets in a battered milk crate — make her feel so real. The moment Miri stands at the hatch with a crowbar and a grin is pure human warmth against corporate cold; that single exchange says so much about how these people cling together. I also appreciated the way the navigational artifact is treated as a shared secret rather than a deus ex machina; it brings neighbors into each other’s orbit and sparks a fragile resistance that feels believable. Atmospheric, intimate, and tenderly revolutionary. Wish it were longer.
Cute, but it hits a lot of familiar beats: ragtag habitat, noble salvage pilot, evil corp, mysterious artifact that conveniently unites everyone. The prose is pleasant — I liked the milk crate detail — but the plot is a little too tidy for my taste. The AI companion and the artifact are treated like plot candy: convenient, mildly interesting, but not fully digested. Pacing bounces between languid atmosphere and rushed action. If you want warm, slightly nostalgic space fiction with a community vibe, this will do. If you’re looking for hard twists or big surprises, temper your expectations. Also… the corporate villains felt a touch one-note. 🤷
I came for the space salvage and stayed for the community. The story nails the coming-of-age beat without being preachy: Erin isn’t suddenly heroic because of a prophecy, she earns it through cunning, sacrifice, and how she listens to machines. Specific scenes stuck with me — the skiff humming in time with her breathing, the view of the brown dwarf, and the poignant funeral plaque nailed to a beam — they stitch the habitat into a character of its own. The corporate threat feels suitably menacing and the recovery of the stabilization core becomes less about tech and more about reclaiming home. It’s hopeful in a gritty, real way. Cozy grit, 10/10.
I wanted to love this — the setting and the little sensory images are fantastic — but I came away frustrated by predictability and some pacing problems. The opening scene (Erin tightening the ratchet, the torn viewport) is evocative, but after a strong start the middle drags: attempts to show community life often read like a checklist of ‘touching details’ rather than scenes that advance the plot. The stolen stabilization core and the corporate reclamation arc are interesting ideas, but the confrontation and resolution felt telegraphed; I guessed the twists well before they happened. Also, the mysterious navigational artifact is intriguing but underexplored — its rules aren’t clear, which weakens the climax. Good writing, but it needed sharper plotting and fewer leisurely asides.