The S. Starretts had begun the terraformation of it again, and after two hundred years it should be habitable, but the topsoil must be pretty thin. At least, the last thing Race had read, there were no settlements.
“Why go there?”
“Water and algae. We can’t be sure the algae is edible, but we don’t care about that. As for food — I doubt we’ll find any.”
When they were on the traffic route between Finisterre and the Cluster, as nearly as they could tell with their protractors, Race turned Nod’s nose until he had the Cluster centered. As he drove toward it, it expanded; a hazy, luminous ball that spread half across the sky, then two-thirds, then covered the wide-angle view forward from side to side. Now, it was visible in the edges of the side view.
“Chunder was near the old trade route
