Excerpt:
“The Country Roads stood upright on the pad, engine bells down, nose up, like all rockets since the beginning of the rocket age. But this ship was not tall and sleek like a rocket from Earth. It was squat and ungainly, with weird bumps wherever some interior feature required them. Solar panels and heat radiators were folded uncomfortably against its sides, and various antennas and dishes stuck out here and there. There was no need for it to be aerodynamic, as it would never enter an atmosphere.”
— from Food: Generation Mars, Book Four
One could argue that my choice of name for the translunar ferry that becomes a lifeboat, Country Roads, is a bit too on the nose. That’s fine. Sometimes on-the-nose is exactly what is needed.
(Savvy through-readers may also find a callback to my reference to lithopanspermia in the prologue to Water.)
Image: illustration by Luis Peres for Food: Generation Mars, Book Four













