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2025 January 10th:

The [..........] sea was dotted with many shallow puddles and lakes of salty water. But low ridges still provided ample camping ground for the Earthians. A few had erected tents, but most of them still preferred the comfort of the cabins of their ships. Some were now busy fabricating machinery – steam engines several of those devices seemed to be, their boilers flanked by huge mirrors, which, when the unsettled weather, incident upon the influx of air and moisture from Earth, came to an end, and the Sun shone once more, would collect and concentrate the solar rays.
Still other colonists were attempting to plant gardens in the ashy soil – efforts which were almost certain to be abortive under the new conditions. But by now countless pale-green shoots were peeping through the snow everywhere, promising soon to develop into a lush growth that would provide nourishment for such livestock as had been brought to [..........], and at the same time offering a source of cellulose from which by synthesis, a nourishing diet for human beings could be made. The green shoots were the sprouts of the ancient [..........] vegetation, whose seeds or spores had remained quiescent in the waterless soil for countless ages…

entry 502 [contributed by Zendexor]

2025 January 7th:

    “I’m fed up with squirting my beer out of a bulb,” he explained. “I want to pour it properly into a glass now we’ve got the chance again. Let’s see how long it takes.”
    “It’ll be flat before it gets there,” warned Mackay. “Let’s see – g’s about half a centimetre a second squared, you’re pouring from a height of…” He retired into a brown study.
    But the experiment was already in progress. Scott was holding the punctured beer-tin about a foot above his glass – and, for the first time in three months, the word “above” had some meaning, even if very little. For, with incredible slowness, the amber liquid oozed out of the tin – so slowly that one might have taken it for syrup. A thin column extended downwards, moving almost imperceptibly at first, but then slowly accelerating. It seemed an age before the glass was reached: then a great cheer went up as contact was made and the level of the liquid began to creep upwards…

entry 501 [contributed by Zendexor]

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