Last Day on Mars (Chronicle of the Dark Star Book 1)

“Though . . . I am aware that it was perhaps humorous.” Liam slapped his plastic shoulder. “You’re learning, JEFF. And we’ll work on that high five.”

slow—but the thrusters were powerful, so you could get good speed.

Phoebe shook her head. “Humans,” she said. Liam smiled. “I know, right? If we ever meet any aliens out there, they’re going to be like . . . what?” Phoebe laughed to herself. She reached over and rubbed Liam’s arm. “You’re funny.”

Maybe there was a benevolent, science-loving alien in there.

“Slow-fuel farts.”

These desks would just be sitting here, perfectly clean, until the planet melted.

The chronologist touched a glowing symbol on her watch. She stopped in the Centauri year 13,405,007,682. These humans called it 2175; they were kind of adorable.

Wait, was that a blueberry?

where water was mined