He traveled nearly 900 million miles to be alone.
But as he wanders the cratered, icy surface of Iapetus, he
is besieged.
Tricky Dick marches on the shores of the Invisible Ocean,
spaniel Checkers at his heels. Dugout Dick shares a refuge in the Carcassone
Montes, wheezing breathlessly into his harmonica and banging his begging bowl
on the tables. Patsy Cline and Andy Williams sing to him out of the darkness,
accompanied by the hiss and thrum of the radio waves from Saturn’s rings. And
cattle-riding squirrels infest the plains, interrupting his solitude with
chatters and bellows.
Then there’s Gloria.
Sentinel of Ronceveaux Terra, staring Sunward with her old
eyes, holding leashes to the memories that follow the Hermit of Iapetus these
millions of miles from Earth.
She’s there at The Butcher Shop, eating Roald Amundsen’s
dogs in an endless feast, underneath the umbrellas that protect them from
Iapetus’ cyanide rains.
And his son is coming to join him. His long-lost son, whose
mother forbade him contact. He is coming. With soap.
To be alone, the hermit discovers, is to bring
his own demons with him.
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