Political reality in a space village.
A tube of air, dirt, and water, of flora, fauna, and people, Ship Of Destiny’s habitat would spew very organic paste if squeezed hard enough.
Destiny’s Hand is a story based in a spaceship that will take fifty generations to arrive at its destination.
I’ve imagined that with a target population of only a thousand to maintain, life on the ship is something like life in a village or a very insular group within a city.
Varied experience with small political landscapes makes me comfortable writing fiction with related themes, especially passive aggressive power struggles.