Noah woke to the sound of singing.
Not just any singing—loud, enthusiastic, completely off-key singing that could only belong to one person. He sat up in bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and tried to identify the melody drifting up from downstairs.
"*I've been milking cows, making profit now, got my money stacks, ain't no looking back—*"
Noah blinked. Was Kelvin seriously singing that song? The one that had been all over the entertainment feeds just months before they left earth for the station, some ridiculous viral hit about a farmer who'd become a billionaire through beast core-enhanced dairy products?
He pulled on clothes and made his way downstairs, following the smell of actual cooking food and the continued assault on musical sensibilities.
