The Debris Field
The wreckage of Estacion Altamira hung in the vacuum like a frozen explosion, fragments of hull and conduit and personal effects orbiting the station's dead centre of mass in a slow, silent ballet that would have been beautiful if you did not know what it had been. Salvage pilot Carmen Reyes cut her engines at the debris field's edge and let the Mariposa drift, running passive scans while she studied the tumbling geometry of destruction through the cockpit glass. She had been salvaging wrecks for eleven years, and she could read a debris field the way a detective reads a crime scene — the pattern of fragmentation, the trajectory of the largest pieces, the story the physics told about how something had come apart.
Altamira's story did not make sense. The official report said structural failure — a cascade of micrometeorite impacts weakening the station's spine until it buckled under its own rotational stress. Carmen had read the report before accepting the contract, and she had believed it the way she believed weather forecasts: provisionally, with an eye on the actual sky. The debris pattern told a different story. Structural failure produces a specific signature — radial fragmentation, pieces moving outward from the failure point like petals from a blown flower. Altamira's debris moved in two directions, which meant two failure points, which meant either a catastrophic