She lay still, recovering. A greenish-blue sky was overhead. She was on a planet? Impossible! Yet she lay on grass, or something similar. Open rolling country, with occasional clumps of trees, surrounded her. The clumps of trees were all in the low-lying areas, without a single tree breaking the pattern. A herd of some kind of brown animal grazed in the distance.
Absently, she picked up her cigar and stashed it.
This wasn’t Earth. Earth hadn’t had this much open land in a shirt-sleeve climate for over a generation. She saw no signs of humanity anywhere. Most of the colonies were under domes, like Mars and g*****a and Dromond. Terraformation was proceeding, but incomplete on several planets. Novaya Rossiya was a wet world, and Olympus and Asgard were out of flick range.
This was an uninh
