It snowed for the second ten sols.If on a godforsaken planetoid that does not even have the rudiments of an atmosphere, there can be normal precipitation in general. The five-hundred-yard blades of a scoop at the bottom of the Echo Quarry, fifty miles to the northeast, did not slow down around the clock, raising clouds of icy dust to the zenith, which glittered like a crown ring in the sunlight at dawn, spreading around the area in a white shroud and finally settling at under your feet.Wilkes cleared his throat automatically. To old men like him, the white powder on the reinforced boots was like a different story, not quite as colorful and not quite as festive looking.Three nuclear bombs laid by the Tanno brothers in old workings near the Ruben Grottoes. Idiots did not listen to exhortations. Our land and the whole story.The land mines gasped so that they brought to the surface from one and a half megatons of stone chips, so inopportunely fused into the ice just at the very epicen

The Bergelmir again shook with an impact, only a fan of tracers across the stern screens flashed. The unwritten rule of fire clashes in the Belt was the use of striking elements made of hardened ice - they would warm up for a couple of years in the cold local sun and finally evaporate into a vacuum. Anything is better than a civilian ore carrier getting an olive from depleted uranium in the frontal screen on a collision course. Double orbital is no joke to you, no armoplast of a strong hull can do it, with such kinetics, sprays fly in all directions, just have time to dodge. But today, you see, all sorts of rules have gone sideways.The alarm sounded at the very limit of audibility - the ears did not have time to return to normal after the pressure surge. Moving her jaw, Tsagaanbat, out of habit, listened to the answering crunch. The reverse block is the main trouble of any tracer. You can’t sit much in a hard shell, and soft cabin suits didn’t have time to equalize the pressure. Well

Today she was a strict mistress. Not according to plan, just according to the mood, so that the jetems do not relax. Sitting like this with a straight back on a sofa, half-turning, how are you there, do you watch, not looking up, do you crave her attention?They follow and crave what is there.She even like that, out of the corner of her eye, felt the growing tension on the other side of the virtreal. It was her talent, her little secret. Who cares how many slobbering mouths are now open at her thousands of kilometers away, all the other divas, for greater involvement, brought half a dozen omm to their studio to breathe in the back and portray subservience, enough for the mood. But all this palliative entourage was out of place for her - she always performed alone. And still I felt every drop of sweat and every bitten nail of the Jetems.Perhaps, another diva wouldn’t even need such a talent, what’s the point of why they need this knowledge, what exactly those who pay their bills see

From the very morning the roosters roared, take it and get up. And behind them, of course, the ever-hungry master's dogs began to lie, also, I suppose, begging for food.Of course, the sun rises early over the mountains in Girkarvado, the local fishermen even earlier, so all the living creatures in the villages along the entire coast to the south of Maharashtra all year round, with a break for munsun, are used to getting up early at dawn, preventing longsteers from lying down - at least don't sleep at all.It’s really convenient - at night it drags coolness from the ocean, music comes from Russian beach, sit yourself in the virreal, while during the day it’s hot in the morning, there’s nothing to do on the street, and it’s quiet all around, only cows roam and buckets of nuts rumble around them.Frantisek usually lay down to sleep during the day, when you return in the morning from the beach, holding under your arm a pair of tails of mackerel freshly caught on a spinning rod for your m

From the very morning there was such stuffiness that you could not even leave the barracks. As soon as the relatively dry March ended, it began to pour here almost without interruption. If the clouds parted even a little, it became even worse - it was completely impossible for a person who was familiar only with the air-conditioned coolness of urban agglomerations to adapt to the forty-degree heat with one hundred percent humidity.However, in the end everyone got used to it. And mosquito squadrons trying to devour you at the slightest attempt to get out into the open. These bit directly, through half a centimeter of hebe, eating almost to the bone. And to the legendary African "shots" - a dray cocktail of vaccines against all sorts of rubbish that was found in local swamps - which it is not clear what they did more effectively, treated or crippled. In general, the local temperature and humidity were not the most formidable weapons against the stray gentleman who happened to be here b