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This is not a train, but I like it.

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A master had painted the world. Seen from low orbit, the island was an artwork: an energetic, irregular shape set against the ocean’s active background of translucent aqua rippled with waves and whitecaps. Within the island’s shape, nature had created a painting. Green foliage in a complexity of fluid strokes complemented the dark, neutral hues of the island’s volcanic edges. In contrast, the island’s northern end-the observers’ goal-displayed painterly smudges of uniquely yellow foliage bordered by an enthralling pink beach, sand stained from red flora in this alien water. Staring at the scene, Parno Hadjara could smell the blossoms. Along with the space boat’s remaining complement of five, he floated in the crowded pilot’s cabin, viewing the main holovid: an enlarged, spherical depiction of the planet below. With peripheral vision, Parno saw a more immediate item he found equally compelling: Kathlynn Shumard. Their shoulders touched. Had it not been for the insulating plasfab of their ground suits, Parno would have better felt her body against his. Since the headpieces of their suits were retracted, Parno could sense her fragrance: not an application of perfume, but the scent of a desirable woman. “It’s so beautiful,” Kathlynn purred. “Though presumably natural, this coloration may be unique to this area of Kapnos 3,” said Vera Pacetti, the chief technolist. She and her husband, Grazio, sat in the control couches. As Grazio would say, he drove the boat. “Could it be caused, indirectly, by the ether ore?” asked Stacy Hanshaw. Despite her age of sixty, Stacy showed no facial wrinkles, no grey hair, because she lived in twenty-third century America. Along with her husband, Ward-the Project Director-and Parno, Stacy was a financial anthropologist. “The initial researchers didn’t have opportunity to examine that hypothesis,” Vera told Stacy. “I can’t wait to get my gear down there,” Grazio added, smacking his lips. “Testing environmental hypotheses comes later,” Ward Hanshaw stated with a firm smile and firmer voice. “Despite the founding staff’s positive results, we first have to verify that ether ore can be successfully mined on this planet.” Tall and mature, Ward always seemed to smile, though the expression rarely indicated amusement. His long jaw showed tight muscles, as though toned by the facial exercise of speech. No longer considering Kathlynn, Parno looked to the holovid, seeing profundity, the most decisive indicators and achievements in any system. This system was his life. Stellar Service explorers had discovered the first extraterrestrial planet inhabited by humans while Parno was still in graduate school. In those nineteen succeeding years, Stellar Service had discovered a dozen planets inhabitable by humans, and proven a tenet previously considered only theory: any inhabitable planet will be inhabited. Dozens of planets found capable of supporting only fungus all were populated by fungus. Those twelve planets capable of supporting human life all were populated by humans: aliens, but people. No freakishly semi-humanoids had been discovered. No crustaceans with intelligence. No silicon-based humanoids with crystalline thoracic plates. All of the races discovered on alien worlds would have comfortably fit somewhere on Earth, within this subtropical region or that frigid clime. No society more advanced than those of 13th-century Earth had been found, but Terrans had created magnificent cathedrals during the Middle Ages. On the planet Eikona 7, an equatorial nation of some 500,000 people had constructed an edifice of wood that rivaled Notre Dame Cathedral in grandeur: not a house of worship, but a sculpture expressing their love of nature. The edifice resembled a mountain range whose slopes were covered with hardwood forests. Non-Terran races had their own type of church. After all, aliens were only human. Kapnos 3 was Parno’s second voyage as a Stellar Service Offworld Emissary. The previous year, he had been the junior member of a six-person team of financial anthropologists sent to Alpha Floga. Parno had helped culminate an agreement wherein art would be exchanged between the two planets. The Flogans received original watercolors from Earth’s secondary Fauves in exchange for Flogan glass paintings: artworks of melted glass, the size of a human palm, whose layers were self-magnifying, revealing a subtle depth to the depicted monochrome landscapes not even duplicable with Terran holovids. On Earth, Flogan glass paintings sold for a fortune. Stellar Service emissaries with ENU supervisors remained on the planet, bartering for art in a culture whose populace had yet to discover electricity. On Kapnos 3, Parno had a more important job. If Stellar Service did not agree to a contract with the Kapnosans, Terran space travel would end.

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This is an important work of art because it's a moving billboard of contemporary public art.

Am I looking at *ice* there????

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Is that some kind of collection. It is neat but definitely have no more value than its worth

What's with the colored pennies? I did notice they ranged from 1996-2000,sup with'm?

Nice to see the process behind these.

That was a short setting of the sun and darkness never quite arrived but pleasant.

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That's it, 21 seconds? I hardly got a chance to put my headphones on.

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