A Short Story The day was calm and clear. Light blue insects darted about the lower branches of vibrant trees and bushes. Hanging loosely from extended branches, long vines, moved by the fingers of a slender breeze, oscillated in unison with falling leaves. On all sides of the forest, rising, shifting bubble shaped hills spread out from a single bright green clearing covered with flowering plants. It was a distinct and soothing nature, a thinking world fed by spinning waterfalls, and it was far from Earth. ….. “You’re never going to see anything. I’m telling you Alexander, give it up. Beyond having a possible ten to twenty thousand year orbit, the ninth planet is a myth.” James paused, wiped chocolate crumbs from his beard. “It’s good, I know, people should have an interest in new worlds, new ideas, but a planet seven to eight times the size of earth ─ that’s what they think now ─ if it appeared in our solar system orbital anarchy would rule the day. Damn, they first b...
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