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They stared across the barren landscape, mouths agape.
A city of glittering pods lay in the distance. Michiko tried to imagine the city in regular color. Below her, she tapped the rocky ground with her foot. Tiny specks like dust littered the surface—sand. She had never seen sand in negative before—the haphazardly strewn grains across made it look as if it were diseased.
“What do you mean we’re on Refugio?” Rudy asked.
“How do you explain that truck?” she asked.
“How the hell do you explain that?” Hassan shouted, pointing at the giant planet above.
“I don’t know,” Michiko said. “But look at the landscape. Look at the truck. Look at the city in the distance, the layout. There’s no other place we could be.”
“Assuming that’s true,” Ashley said, “how could a heavenly body move? Refug
