Sisyphean, indeed.

[Petitioner]

I.N.D.E.N.T The quiet buzzing of the white fluorescent lights lining the ring-shaped hallway that was Level G was a familiar sound. It occurred briefly to Jimmy that, at one point, it had almost been comforting to hear the audible result of enough UV rays to give a genetically-engineered, test-tube-grown mammoth seventeen kinds of cancer processed into a form usable to humans and fed into mercury vapor wrapped in a glass-and-plastic tube; that all that was done solely for his convenience, so he didn't trip and fall on Chad's crumpled flightsuit that was, for some reason, lying in the middle of the hall.

I.N.D.E.N.TToday, though – today? tonight? cycles in space were weird and still nobody could agree on the technically-correct terminology – Jimmy took no comfort in it. The quiet buzzing of the white fluorescent lights, naught but a dim part of the background to anyone else who might be awake at the time, were, to Jimmy, overwhelming. He stumbled forward out of the bunk, and the metal door closed behind him, abandoning him to the ceaseless monotone screaming of the lamps lining the ring-shaped hallway that was Level G.