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Fathom by J.S. Rogers

“Here we go,” Dr.Hirsh murmured as her submersible, the Trident, slipped below Panthalassa’s waves. The dropship that delivered them from

First contact with an alien civilization was precisely the way many science fiction writers and scientists had imagined it for

Повітря в скафандрі мало присмак гуми. Це було нестрашно — майже напевно відомо, що атмосфера на Уре придатна для дихання.

English translation by Maksym Bakalov The air in the space suit tasted of rubber. It wasn’t a big deal —

Because the world shattered, water and shadow coalesced into Ehte, who became aware again for the first time since