Yellow Sign
Explorer
Dear Diary,
In the morning I embark for Mars, that beacon of adventure that calls to every red-blooded Englishman. To stride under strange stars, to see decadent Martians in their proud but decayed cities, to stride the deck of a swift, barbaric sky galleon -- It makes my pulse race!!! Of course, Mars is about as far from Mother as possible, which makes it even more attractive, as you well know.
From The Collected Papers of Lord Franklin Blake, KCB, FRGS, Blackstone and Sons, London, Bombay and Syrtis Major, 1972.
----------------------------------------
The grey and white RMS Majestic of the White Star, one of their most modern ships, rested on a open grass field of the London Etherport which is just north of the great city. Smartly uniformed crewmen swarmed around, on, and in the ship as it prepared for its journey to the red planet, Mars. Baggage and supplies were being stowed away aft and the passengers, men and women alike, boarded the ship by several steel and wooden ramps forward. Well wishers cheered and a small brass band played giving the scene a sense of joyful anticipation.
The sky was cloudy but clearing as the sun sent it's golden rays across the fields with ever more frequency. The ground was still wet from last night’s rain. The ship's passengers were checking in their baggage, saying their farewells, or waiting in line to board as the purser checked their tickets.
In the morning I embark for Mars, that beacon of adventure that calls to every red-blooded Englishman. To stride under strange stars, to see decadent Martians in their proud but decayed cities, to stride the deck of a swift, barbaric sky galleon -- It makes my pulse race!!! Of course, Mars is about as far from Mother as possible, which makes it even more attractive, as you well know.
From The Collected Papers of Lord Franklin Blake, KCB, FRGS, Blackstone and Sons, London, Bombay and Syrtis Major, 1972.
----------------------------------------
The grey and white RMS Majestic of the White Star, one of their most modern ships, rested on a open grass field of the London Etherport which is just north of the great city. Smartly uniformed crewmen swarmed around, on, and in the ship as it prepared for its journey to the red planet, Mars. Baggage and supplies were being stowed away aft and the passengers, men and women alike, boarded the ship by several steel and wooden ramps forward. Well wishers cheered and a small brass band played giving the scene a sense of joyful anticipation.
The sky was cloudy but clearing as the sun sent it's golden rays across the fields with ever more frequency. The ground was still wet from last night’s rain. The ship's passengers were checking in their baggage, saying their farewells, or waiting in line to board as the purser checked their tickets.
Last edited: