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"Tell Nadia we've found a rover. Not one of ours."
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This feels like an extra chapter of Red Mars. It very much nails the voice of KSR’s Mars Trilogy.
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The KSR Mars fic about Nadia finding Sojourner.
Hiroko watched her at work in the evenings; during daylight, she took long walks out in the vallis. She came back on the second day with a handful of polished pebbles, most of them flat-faced ventrifacts, from the valley floor. She poured them from her gloved hand to her bare one and offered them to Nadia. "Let it take something along with it. A remembrance of its journey."
It wasn't as if it was pristine--the new solar cells were blue, not black; the one new wheel housing gleamed a whiter silver, and the cameras and antennae did not match the original specs. Nadia epoxied rows of mirror hematite, peridot, anything in a color that stood out, over the outer struts and along the narrow edge of the solar panels. The result was as gaudy as Shalbatana--but, as she said to Hiroko, the next person would have a much easier time finding the thing.
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Do you want to experience the beauty of a Martian landscape? Then read this
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Recced for fancake, theme small fandoms. This was my gift. Why doesn't it appear on my gifts list?
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Perfect characterisation and gorgeous descriptions.
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he rover was something Ann ought to celebrate, would, if her attitude to the land was as pure as she wished: robot probes, remote areology, science and landscape unmarred by living humans. But of course her attitude--her love, it was love, she deserved that at least--for the land was not pure at all; it was sensory, sensual, a bodily love for landscape, for the physicality of stone, that had swallowed up her own body's sensuality. Finding the rover was a rebuke, a slap in her real, carnal face; a reminder that she did not need to be where she was--out among the rocks in person, her real flesh out in the middle of all that lifelessness, soaking up the rems--Oh, Ann! Just like that dogged, broken little machine. Oh, Ann.