BRUCE STERLING
JOIN THE NAVY AND SEE THE WORLDS
Those crescent dunes were rolling curves of granulated ice. That winding river was a peaceful ripple of liquid methane. That unplumbed lake, always gently bubbling, mirrored endless tumbling streaks in the clotted orange sky. In the mellow distance rose the slopes of the ice volcano.
There was nothing like being there. Joe Kipps would never be there. That was why he loved this place.
These landscapes were rich with intricate detail. Such compelling textures. Titan flourished like frost on a windowpane. A moon whose slithering mineral existences came into their being in temperatures that froze ammonia. Cryo-volcanic. Aqua-tectonic.
Kipps treasured every moment he could spend with these landscapes. Since he was a space hero, though, Kipps didn’t have many moments.
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