As I helped her her eyes fell on the scratches and rips of her survival suit. “No harps please,” I whispered but apparently it was already too late. I closed my eyes and imagined that just beyond the river of honey flowed a clear, clear, sparkling stream. I smiled back, put on my suit, buckled my seatbelt, still according to the regulations, entered the descent data, pressed the lever and leaned against the backrest: from now on everything would be automated. Eventually they formed, and if they had seemed neutral before, this time the question seemed downright accusatory:
“Are you Adam? The planet definitely had both water and oxygen, the terraforming teams weren’t just randomly launched, but to what extent we could use both was hard to say without the portable lab up and running.
