Friday, August 28, 2009
science fiction 1
Io. The moon reminds everybody of an old origin. Neapolitans recall their hometowns, and so do Sicilians. The colony remains, tumescent, swollen with newcomers. A murderer was lynched today, though he insisted on immolation, as his grandfathers knew. The settlers joke that they’re the only ones who think they’re home.
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