I checked my wrist screen as my boots sloshed through the foot-high water.  We’d been walking for over three hours now. My oxygen and thrusters had fully replenished in the beating sunlight. At least the suit protected me from overheating. Even still, my whole body was caked with sweat. It clung to the itchy interior of the suit and formed uncomfortable friction. I still wasn’t used to the concept of a sun that never moved. Shadows always pointed in the same direction. No sunrise or sunset. Just a painting that got uglier and uglier each time I looked at it. And still no sign of a destination.

     I continued to walk ahead of the pack. The sandbar remained exactly the same thus far, and eerily so. It maintained the exact same width and the exact same g...

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