Swimming: Science Fiction

There was no up or down in the water reservoir. There was no out and no in. There was no right and no wrong. There was no company. Even on an EVA, there was such a hive of ships and workers on the skin of the station that it was impossible to truly feel alone unless you let yourself drift out far enough to be at risk of becoming a Flying Dutchman. In here, though, she could be herself, hair flowing out in the water as she rolled over and over. Eventually, she would touch the floor, or find her head breaking the surface. It was not in her control when. She might swim for only a couple of minutes, or for hours, until the webs between her fingers ached and her gill flaps felt rough and raw from the chemicals the water was treated with. It was safe to swim in--she'd asked, carefully--so long as you could breathe water.

Inspiration: "Any Other Name" by Thomas Newman
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Good character, interesting setting.