“we roar along the rust belts——the great red spot—— the polar vortex——the caress of solar flares—— ruffle the molten methane and ammonia oceans of me—— the storm-riven non-surface of me and mine—— that which you call skin—— a threadbare term to describe where I stop and others begin——” ScienceSpaceFictionAstronautAlienJupiterStar TrekSpace ShipGas GiantJovian Book:Dawn of the Algorithm Source: Dawn of the Algorithm