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Titan by John Varley

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An Orbit Book

First published in Great Britain simultaneously by Futura Publications Limited and Sidgwick &
Jackson Limited in 1979 Copyright 1979 by John Varley
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be
lent, re-sold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher's prior consent in any form
of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition
including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purcl-&ser
ISBN 0 7088 8044 4
Printed in Great Britain by Hazell Watson & Vincy Ltd Aylesbury, Bucks


TITAN - John Varley

CHAPTER ONE

"Rocky, would you take a look at this?"
"That's Capn Jones to you. Show me in the morning." "It's sort of important."
Cirocco was at her wash basin, her face covered in soap. She groped for a towel and wiped the
greenish goop away. It was the only kind of soap the recyclers would eat.
She squinted at the two pictures Gaby handed her. "What is it?"
'Just the twelfth satellite of Saturn." Gaby was not entirely successful at hiding her excitement.
"No fooling?" Cirocco frowned from one picture to the other. "Just a lot of little black dots to
me."
"Well, yeah. You can't see anything without the comparometer. That's it right there." She
indicated an area with her little %er.
"Let's go take a look."
Cirocco rummaged through her locker and found a pea-green shipsuit that smelled as good as any of
them. Most of the handy velcro patches were peeling.
Her room was at the bottom of the carousel, midway between
ladders three and four. She followed Gaby around the curving floor, then pursued her up the
ladder.
Each rung was a little easier than the last until, at the hub, they were weightless. They pushed
off from the slowly rotating ring and drifted down the central corridor to the science module.
SCIMOD in NASA-ese. It was kept dark to make the instruments easier to read, and was as colourful
as the inside of a juke- box. Cirocco liked it. Green lights blinked and banks of television