Chapter 29
2875, Pohl Station, Mars
It never rained on Mars, but I kept the great coat and wide-brimmed hat that I had brought from Seabrook. The hat at least served a purpose, it helped block radiation. At least in my mind. The Martian domes supposedly provided some protection, but most of the native inhabitants were gene-sculpted colonists who had watched their grandparents and great-grandparents struggle with cancers and other illnesses born from colonizing the red planet.
I couldn’t get away from the color red. I sat at a table in the Pohl Station food court, my chair angled so that I could look right out through the dome wall at the rocky red surface outside.
Years of wind and dust storms had erased the tracks and signs of construction outside and would have coated the entire dome
