“The good news is: you will no longer have to do tower guard. The bad news is, you will gain 125 pounds from incessant, subconscious snacking.”
The aerostat really was there, and it really did look almost exactly like a cheddar Goldfish. Every day, hovering in the sky, was this balloon, watching the perimeters. You’d think it would make a good landmark, a way to navigate around the vast expanse of the base, but it was strange to realize that, in a largely flat area with just one thing sticking up like that, it really wasn’t that useful. The hill with the antennas on it was still far more valuable as a landmark, if only because one side of it was steep, the other side was at a gradual angle, and you could tell where you were in relation to the hill from those features.
But the “Goldfish” was there for other reasons, not to be our navigation beacon. It was there to watch the boundaries… and tantalize with the promise of cheddary goodness.