The interplanetary internet does not assume a path. IP drops a packet when a link dies; Bundle Protocol parks it at the nearest node and waits for the next contact window, which may be hours away. This system draws that premise: a monochrome console of bundle logs, custody states, contact ribbons and one-way delay tables, snapped to an 80-column character grid.

The surface is unlit P1 glass — near-black with a faint green cast — and every glyph is emissive willemite green burning on it, bleeding a pixel or two at the edges. Amber marks the secondary channel. Nothing animates to look busy, because the substance here is queued time, not throughput.