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Vesna studied the grav-girder structures slowly emerging from the ice fog. Even after twenty years crossing the universe, those types of buildings still seemed to be held together by wishes and dreams. The fact their foundations were built into glaciers, and the glaciers were melting as a natural part of Ullr’s two-hundred-sixty-three year orbit around its star, didn’t make her confidence in them any better. Give her the mud huts and repurposed colony ships of her youth. Humans weren’t meant to live hundreds of meters in the air.
Do you see wings? Nope no wings. Not a single human deviation in all the nine hundred planets had made wings work.
Now how was she going to manage to keep the methane industry alive for the short two years of summer of this planet’s skewed orbit? Those three buildings represented 90% of the housing and industry on this Hel-blessed planet. They had to remain standing.
(words 154, first published 9/14/2022 – from a picture prompt for a Facebook writing group. Aim is about 50 words)