There’s dust a blowing,
sir, big as a a continent,
and expanding.
Overtake the hemisphere
say a couple a weeks.
Noted.
With an awkward pause.
Why bring it up
Likely extinguish all life.
We can fix it.
Oh, let nature run its course.
But, that’s just it.
It ain’t nature.
It hot and ugly,
vaporized alloys,
ionizing particulates.
Thought you said dust storm.
That’s more of a mushroom cloud.
You wanna try contain it?
Well, yes, sir.
I believe it would be
economically advantageous
The captain smiles,
and how so?
Cheaper stop it now,
than terraform some other planet
You’d be left with
half a planet to play with.
Half the development costs.
OK, good, you’re learning,
the captain covers her collector
mouthing you-just-want-to-study,
he nods,
she offers a hand, get me em numbers.
By the way she said em
it meant jiggle-the-numbers
and the handshake was a
back channel to someone in TR.
Um, shure will do that
he questions but corrects
with eureka on his skin
I’ll inform technological reclamation,
maybe be that there’s something for em.
And em meant us this time
a whole planet, for us, on the outskirts,
economically feasible
if you leave those details out.
