"Here we have a replica of the Great Wall of Mars," said Starla. "One of the Twelve Wonders of the Red Planet."
It was the first thing Dunne saw after walking through the doorway out of the half-assed flying saucer: a low wall winding through the overgrown vegetation of the park. The wall was waist-high, with a rounded, rippling lip. It was painted bright red over a surface of jumbled shapes—similar to the broken-tile texture of the park's boundary wall. Midway down, a green ledge, like a bench, projected from the "Great Wall," curving to follow the wall's rolling flow.
"What an amazing recreation of the Great Wall." Quincy ran his hand along the lip. "It makes me feel homesick."
Dunne touched the wall, too, brushing his fingertips over the jumbled shapes. As he felt the smooth
