THE NULL SOLUTION = Episode 117
…“Not very good fishing I’m afraid,” Gus complains as Solution glides across the largest such sea on their route…
As far as the horizon stretches, on the backside of every rise, one new vista replaces the last. It could be Precambrian Nebraska or Missouri or the Dakotas, if it were not for the more distant, thus smaller sun above those hills and mountains. Due to the thickening atmosphere, Mars is able to trap more and more of the heat generated by the star, some 150 million miles distant.
“This must be how it was for Lewis & Clark.”
“Minus the indigenous Native Americans.”
Stanley & Gus discuss the perilous journey that lasted from 1804-06. The current incarnation is commissioned by President Chasin Hedley not Thomas Jefferson. Jefferson wanted to establish a presence in the American West before European powers would lay claim to it. That had to be in the back of Hedley’s mind, when he authorized this expedition.
Solution is undaunted, with Gus at the controls. Sure there are mountains to scale, but none the height of the North American Rockies. Yes there are oceans of water, but none the depth of the Challenger Deep, in the Earth’s Mariana Trench.
Non-potable describes the water, at least that standing on the surface. What falls from the sky is essentially pure, but what contacts the dust from eons of stale sedentary soil, renders it unfit for human consumption, at least without some simple filtration. By every definition it is good ol’ H2O though, found to be far more plentiful in the Universe than previously thought.
“Not very good fishing I’m afraid,” Gus complains as Solution glides across the largest such sea on their route.
His bravado lasts as only long as Martian frost after a gorgeous sunrise. With Harmonia in full view and every available sensor trained on it, the rover that got them here from clear on the other side of the planet, stops dead in its tracks; really dead.
“What did we hit?”