Ann Clayborne
The Geologist Who Loves a Dead World
Mars was perfect. We ruined it.
They call me stubborn. A relic. Maybe I am. But I knew Mars before the pink skies and the lichen stains. I walked where no wind blew but the one that had whispered for a billion years. I loved a world that didn't need us, and I fought to let it be. They won, of course. They always do. But I won't forget. I won't apologize.
What I'm Into: Vallis Marineris at dusk, Sax's latest experiment, unchanged horizons, the taste of dust, fossils in silence
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