“You say you’ve been here to Deimos before?”
She nodded, never taking her eyes from his hard, unemotional face. “All my life I guess I’ve been looking for something. Maybe I thought I’d find it on Deimos. I didn’t; I found release there. I can find real life with you, maybe the kind that flames so high for a moment, but is worth a full lifetime of mundanity. I can find life with you, Karl, if you’ll pardon my being so forward. Maybe it’s death we’re looking for, Karl. An escape from a system that’s destroyed initiative. A system that’s tied up the human heart in a bunch of laws and hooked them together into a big machine.”
Deimos. A great barren rock, its soaring crags sharp as splintered steel. Masses of shadow dark as death, and splashes of brilliant color. And you spotted one of those
