“Far up the arc of the Ringworld, twenty-one candle flames glowed brightly, as brightly as the corona of the hyperactive sun showing around the edges of a shadow square. Needle was still embedded in basalt beneath the Map of Mars. Needle’s crew watched in a hologram window, courtesy of the probe’s cameras. The probe had been brought to rest at the cliff edge of the Map of Mars, on carbon dioxide snow, where martians were not likely to tamper with it. Between those two rows of candle flam...es, plants and animals and people would be dying. In numbers that would make human space look empty, the plants would be withering or growing strangely. Insects and animals would breed, but not according to their kind. Valavirgillin would be wondering why her father had died and why she was throwing up so often and whether it was part of the general doom and what was the Star People man doing about it all? But none of that showed from fifty-seven million miles away.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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