I land our shuttle on Electron Three,
Despite a wicked hail of neutrinos
Restricting airstrip visibility
And covering it with slippery snows.
We wait and watch as the nucleus goes
Down under the horizon, then descend
Onto the sticky surface. We are close;
Maybe we’ll find something behind this bend.
After six hours of searching, at the end
Of my powers, in need of energy,
I find it, and am transfixed. How it glows!
I think my report back, ask them to send
More juice, and, rested, refreshed, smile as we
All carry back the treasure our computer chose.
Wed 30 May 2007
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