rover swinging from the metal arm outside, and the other showing the view looking out from the Triton’s bubble. The gentle waves, distorted through the craft’s reinforced Plexiglas, could be seen slapping against a small section of the ship’s hull. “All right, all systems go?” Tay asked, looking around the room. Most of the members turned from their instruments and nodded with an “aye”. “All right, let ‘er drop,” he called out. The crew member in
