Drinking Heavy Water
1On my last day in this weirdly toxic universe, I put on a pressure suit and went outside for a long last look at the world that bound Earth’s civilization together.
The suits had great fishbowl helmets, straight from classic second millennium movies. I could gawk up and down the rocky shoreline of the glittering, pristine lagoon, saturated with bioluminescent blue algae that reminded me of a high-quality opal. It was broad enough that I’d have a rough time swimming underwater the whole width. Every spot changed color as the placid waves rolled in, aquamarine to white to brilliant green. Past the lagoon, out in the reef, the water grew rougher and rougher until it escaped the shelter of the looming horseshoe cliffs and crashed into the ocean. The ocean looked gentler
