Jenna and I climbed a mountain this morning. We watched the sunrise together. On this planet, the sun rises every 88 minutes.
Moments pass quickly.
Before we knew it, the moon had come out again. One of the moons. Jenna said she wanted to go there, but the capsule was in no state to launch.
“We’ll do the next best thing,” I told her. “See that peak over there? I’ll get you as close to that moon as possible.”
We could have walked down our mountain and up the other, but with the MatterMate 9000, it was easier just to build a bridge.
God only knows how high we were.
We worked through the “night,” finishing the bridge just as the sun was rising again.
We looked back on where we had come from. And then there was a twist to the story: there never was any Jenna. Or she had died when he landed. Or you’re Jenna. Take your pic.
I like this game and I don’t know why.