250 years ago, humanity nearly destroyed itself in the Great War. Shortly before, a spaceship full of researchers and astronauts had found a new home on Saturn's moon, Titan, and survived by having their descendants genetically adapted to the hostile environment.
The Titanians, as they call themselves, are proud of their cooperative and peaceful society, while unbeknownst to them, humanity is slowly recovering back on Earth. When a 20-mile-wide chunk of rock escapes the asteroid belt and appears to be on a collision course with Earth, the Titanians fear it must look as if they launched the deadly bombardment. Can they prevent the impact and thus avoid an otherwise inevitable war with the Earthlings?
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Boris waited until the veneer of oily liquid methane had evaporated from his skin. Then he spread out his toes, bent down, and dislodged the granules of ice that had become stuck between his fourth and fifth toes. The number 92 lit up in green on the back of his right hand, revealing that the liquid was two degrees colder today than it had been yesterday. But how deep was it? It was so still that the black surface looked almost like glass, reminding him of gelatin. If you looked closely enough, you could see thin, gray wisps of mist rising into the brownish air. After almost three days of nothing but constant rainfall, the air was almost perfectly still.
Boris pushed through the upper surface of the lake. Their plan was crazy and could only have come from a Wnutri. He turned around. Anna was a few meters behind him, slightly to one side, and scratching her armpit at that moment.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. Her lips moved in sync with her words behind the membrane over her mouth, but her voice sounded directly in his mind.
Boris switched off the transmitter. At this short distance, they could understand each other just as easily the good old-fashioned way, by sound waves. It was never a bad idea to save energy.
“You want me to keep standing here, or what?”
His sister was the nicest colleague that anyone could want, but today she had been strangely irritated since breakfast. She hadn’t said why, however. Had she had another fight with her girlfriend? He reactivated the transmitter, suddenly remembering they had a project to complete. He was obviously a bit unfocused himself. It must be due to the object of this task. Geralt, the archeologist, was talking to them in a muted voice. He was sitting in the Wnutri section of the station, and all he needed to do was wait until they brought him what he wanted.
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