Heat rippled like a mirage. Pulverized rock and mineral detritus swirled in a hard rain along arced everlasting magnetic fields. Cauldrons of the most exclusive, invitation only primordial soup in the universe palpitating through the eons perpetually formed bubbles that hiccuped with puffs of reeling gas. Molten lava spouted nonstop in syncopated rhythm like quicksilver from innumerable orifices laid out on the terra incognita tremoring with seismic waves.
Counter-gravity zones of the ineffable comet allowed the living corpse to levitate. "Icarus had a laugh on the way down. Might as well." Fiery semifluid splashed on the astronaut's flight-rated spacesuit. Pain washed over yesterday's man as his blood began to stir. "Probably should put some oatmeal on that."
The off-worlder turned his gaze through the constant storm to the outdated starship on a distinctive outcrop of savage grandeur backlit by a spinning horizon. Without warning a vehement blast of burning light doused him. After a faceplant the visitor pulled out a pen sized laser to engrave B.L. in a rock. He stopped suddenly to take notice of a pack of zombie dinosaurs zeroing in. A multi-headed cluster like a tangled string of Christmas lights moved as one monstrosity. "Zombie dinosaur king. Because how could there not be. Asteroid wipes dinos from the Earth. Here they run the place?"
Hunched, slow, the starfarer's long shadow preceded him up the boarding ramp lined with courtesy lights flashing erratically. Lights on the tips of his tungsten carbide boots shone through plumes of vented mist as he took uneven steps like a Christmas callback mall Santa handing out newspaper-wrapped presents from his bag after a pub crawl onto the Boone's flight deck. Just as the frozen crystals had suspended the foreigner's aging process, the high-temperature substance accelerated it.
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