_Captain Jorl thought Arcturus IV was the answer to all he had ever wanted. And it was. But there was also a twist.... How can there be an ideal where everything is perfection?_ Captain Nicholas Joel stood waiting in his fore-waist bridge; he looked again through its heavy, slotted quartz windows and now he could see them coming. He could make out the toy-like silhouette of their jeep, emerging in reckless, bounding leaps from the edge of the cultivated forest. Now they were racing at full tilt across the hard-packed yellow sand of the desert in a bee-line for the ship that had landed them here a scant three weeks ago.…
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