Thom adjusted the small tubes until they were comfortably lodged up his nostrils. The thin tubes clipped onto the bottom edge of his shades, then looped over his ears, where they met at the base of his neck and disappeared into the lining of his jumpsuit. The oxygen flow was supplemental, making up for the low levels in the atmosphere, and the small cartridges on his belt would be all he'd need for his trip. Terraforming a planet was a task for generations to undertake, and the process would be far from complete by the time Thom was dead and spread. His offspring and theirs would have tubes up their noses too, he thought idly. The view from this height was spectacular, he could just make out the distant glint of metal from the great dome at the Argus colony. Climbing the Martian landscape came naturally to Thom, who had been exploring the wilderness for literally as long as he could remember. His first memory was gliding over craggy red cr...
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