PROMETHEUS Log Entry
Dispatch · the destination

The moon we apparently own

We have title to a small satellite near Sirius B and, as of this week, we have actually seen it with our own eyes. A few quiet words about that.

There is a legal opinion, several layers deep and very dry, that explains how the agency came to be paid for an SEO retainer in a moon, and how that moon can be ours under one body of law and a complete fiction under another. It is a fine document. It does not prepare you for actually seeing the thing.

Vael-uun — “the quiet moon.” Almost all ice and frost, and cold through and through, with one thin green band round its middle where it just thaws. Small. Ours. Real.
BThe Blue Oracle of GraceMinistry of Grace

It is mostly ice, and cold all the way through, and the only green is a single thin band round the waist of it where it just barely thaws. It is not paradise. It is better than that: it is a real place, that really turns, far out around a great cold green world, that is — for reasons no form will ever satisfactorily explain — in our keeping. I would like, one day, to walk that green band end to end.

The FounderFounder · technically the pilot

We did not go down. You only get one first sight of a thing and we wanted to spend it looking, not arriving. Next time: boots on the ice, a flag of some kind, sandwiches. We have a great deal to do and, it turns out, a way to get there. Regards.