It was the eve of the annual synthi-rain and all Mars was settling down for the big sleep that always went with it. Everything was ready, reso-skins had been peeled off the pumps a week before. Uh huh, thought the lone attendant at the fuelport outside the city. You could tell everything was ready, even the traffic was thinning. Hadn’t been a ‘copter or anything in for fuel in the last ten minutes. Dean Evans’ story first appeared in the March 1954 edition of Planet Stories (retrieved via Project Gutenberg), although it might just as easily appeared in that month’s [Read More]