As I’d noticed from the monitors on the bridge, there was a slight breeze blowing across the landing field. I knew this mostly because the grass around us was rustling in it, bending slightly from our right to our left. I could imagine I felt the wind, but I’m not sure I actually did. The suit did have external microphones that picked up the breeze’s mild sighing. It almost felt like home, despite the odd cobalt of the sky and the bluish tint of the grass.
We walked in silence for a few minutes until I realized where Bligh was leading me, so I decided to pretend I was making a conscious choice. “I think there may be something over at the base of the arch here,” I said, pointing to where the gigantic rib rose up from the ground. “We should check it out.”
“Your wish is my command, O my cap
