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’
Pressure
?
’
’
Ten
to
the
fourth
dynes
per
square
centimetre
.
Won
’
t
hold
us
back
unless
the
wind
really
picks
up
.
’
’
What
about
moisture
content
?
’
Kane
wanted
to
know
.
Images
of
an
imaginary
off
-
Earth
oasis
rapidly
fading
from
his
mind
.
’
Ninety
-
eight
double
P
.
It
may
not
smell
good
,
but
it
’
s
humid
.
Lot
of
water
vapor
.
Weird
mixture
,
that
.
Wouldn
’
t
think
to
find
that
much
vapor
coexisting
with
the
methane
.
Oh
well
.
I
wouldn
’
t
advise
drinking
from
any
local
water
holes
,
if
they
exist
.
Probably
not
water
.
’
’
Anything
else
we
should
know
?
’
Dallas
asked
.
’
Just
the
basalt
surface
,
plenty
of
cold
,
hard
lava
.
And
cold
air
,
well
below
the
line
,
’
Ash
informed
them
.
’
We
’
d
need
suits
to
handle
the
temperature
even
if
the
air
were
breathable
.
If
there
’
s
anything
alive
out
there
,
it
’
s
tough
.
’
Dallas
looked
resigned
.
’
I
suppose
it
was
unreasonable
to
expect
anything
else
.
Hope
springs
eternal
.
There
’
s
just
enough
of
an
atmosphere
to
make
vision
bad
.
I
’
d
have
preferred
no
air
at
all
,
but
we
didn
’
t
design
this
rock
.
’
’
You
never
know
.
’
Kane
was
being
philosophical
again
.
’
Might
be
something
else
’
s
idea
of
paradise
.
’
’
There
’
s
no
point
in
cursing
it
,
’
Lambert
advised
them
.
’
It
could
’
ve
been
a
helluva
lot
worse
.
’
She
studied
the
storm
outside
.
It
was
gradually
growing
lighter
as
dawn
approached
.
