Little Akiton

Little Akiton was once a dock and storage area for long-haul freighters visiting Absalom Station. This history is evident in the neighborhood’s unique architecture: stacked shipping containers form apartments, bodegas, and workshops. Not an inch of viable space is wasted; small co-op farms and scrapyards occupy the lots between buildings, and hydroponic gardens grow on every ramshackle rooftop. A handful of working docks and maintenance bays operate on the lower levels. Even the most active hangars double as boneyards for spare ship parts.

A holographic sky shines above this landscape, projecting an expanse of blue dotted with fluffy white clouds. About 300 feet up, equipment and pipes peek through imperfections in the false sky; these features are pockmarked with bullets and laser burns made by bored residents. A cheerfully unhinged smiling holographic sun beams down during the day half of the cycle. During daylight hours, the sun plays a tinny jingle every 15 minutes. At night, a chime plays. The sun is sponsored by Sunny-6’s Diner, and invitations to try something from their menu follow every announcement. Most residents mark time by the jingles, occasionally responding to them with gunfire.