The pain was instant, violent, and I shuddered. A cloud of dust had risen about us, and I looked for Jim in the haze.Read More
“Where are you taking us?” I asked, quietly. It was a question almost to myself, as if questioning the decisions that had led me here. Why Mars? Why not the Moon? The Belt? Titan, even? Something about the red tint of this planet, the first real colony of people beyond Earth, had drawn me.Read More
“Mars,” Rigel said, wistfully. “I never get tired of her.” He seemed to be talking to no one in particular, rather eyeing the hills with a certain rapture. “Do you, Jim?” he asked, and Jim turned to the glass-substitute.
He looked out for a long time. The distance stretched on, and Jim finally mumbled a “No.”
“You will,” Rigel said, smiling to himself.Read More
“Oh, we know all about you, Fontanne,” he said, and brushed between us. We had no choice but to follow.Read More
I looked at Jim, but he kept his face down, his eyes focused on the floor. The blood was crusted on his forehead and down his neck, dark brown like the dirt on our knees, and I knew I looked no better.Read More
After what seemed like days I felt the rover rolling to a stop. The Sun was nearly touching the horizon, and the sky was a dark gray rather than deep black. I looked out the window and saw the same brown wasteland, as if we hadn’t moved. But there were people.Read More