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

Wait, was that a blueberry?

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.

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

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.”

“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-fuel farts.”

Now it was time to find out how he was going to die.

as the big panda floated out into space.

where water was mined