This tiny satellite was a man-made fairyland, created by artificial air and water and gravitation.Balmy night breezes set the tall trees to nodding in the pink planet-glow. Birds called from the shrubs that bordered the streams in the shadowy parks around metal mansions. To Martians, this Garden Moon was a haven of beauty and peace. But peace was far from the Martian who stood in front of a small chromaloy house, scanning the night sky."Why don't they come?" he muttered tensely to himself, his eyes desperately searching the heavens. "There's only an hour left —"Tiko Thrin was an elderly Martian, a little, withered red man wrapped in a synthewool cloak despite the night's warmth. His incongruously big, bald head was tilted far back as his thick-lensed spectacles surveyed the starry sky in an agony of impatience."The greatest event in the history of the Solar System — and they'll be too late for it!" he thought despairingly.Then the little Martian scientist stiffened.
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