ASTEROIDS.

"Each individual push of the ship forward is a burst of momentum, so I only move the flight controls forward very gingerly. Even that is enough to shoot me forward far enough to collide into one of those stones, puked out by the gall bladder of the universe just to lead a stagnant, wandering life."

A man takes up a noble and underappreciated pursuit: blowing up space junk to make the way clear for other ships to pass through. A woman takes up the same. What will they learn about themselves in the vacuum of space, from their own isolated thoughts?