Chapter 8

Ground control contacted us. “All right, gentlemen. If you’ll take your places, we’ll begin the countdown.”

We strapped in and waited through the countdown. The MRMlifted off, and for the first time in all the years I’d been doing this, the pressure was almost unbearable—the proverbial elephant on my chest—and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to catch my breath.

By the time we were out of the exosphere and could walk around the cabin, however, I’d dismissed it as to be expected.

The view of the moon as we passed it was breathtaking. It hung there like a huge silver Christmas ornament—I never claimed to be a poet—the craters and valleys and seas beckoning us.

But it would take a few more years before the terraformers had it in any kind of shape for human habitation. Just then it was too barren for our purpose.

Before we knew it, Ed was ordering us to, “Buckle up, everyone. I’m about to put her into hyperdrive. Red skies of Mars, here we come.”

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