Just got slapped with a 3-hour lecture from the Commandant. Apparently 'pushing the D-77 to its atmospheric ceiling during a routine training drill' is 'reckless endangerment' and not 'pushing the boundaries of human ingenuity.' He asked what I was thinking. Told him I was thinking about how quiet it gets up there. How the whole world shrinks to just you, the stick, and the stars. He didn't like that answer. But Gran would've. She'd say the sky's not a limit, it's an invitation. Detention starts tomorrow. Wonder if the sim bay has windows.