The Jupiter Translation
Jupiter filled the entire viewport, and Dr. Lena Vasquez looked at it the way a dying woman looks at a mirror—searching for something, anything, that told her she was still alive. The gas giant swirled in its eternal indifference, the Great Red Spot a wound that would not close, the ammonia bands streaked with colors that had no name in any human language. Solomon's Ring, the research station,...
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