"Warning: south of the train tracks, a Martian dream. Stranger still, habitable worlds abound. Wander through them, the lunar greenhouse full of NASA-planted lettuce, the fields of genetically modified soybeans, the tips to save your life. Like a Martian, 'ooh and ahh at crescent moons, the meteor showers.' Absorb this motion, before it vanishes. What's staged and what's real? What mechanism clears away panic and fear from a landscape, until it awaits...
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