'Let's go', Leonides says. We swing down and outwards into the cheerless Plutonian dawn. How still it is, an alien sunrise. No birds sing, no insects buzz and drone. We spread out across the surface of Pluto, moving easily, all but floating, our backs to the rising sun, looking out on a harsh and silent landscape. We traveled as four, also in silence. We were absorbing this open, obsolete space of ice rock so far …showed first 75 words of 1198 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1198 total…We gave a cry of gladness and thought of the eight year journey home and contemplated our return to Earth, our source of all happiness and pleasure. What a voyage it had been. I hoped someday that I will be given the opportunity to take a trip here to see our flag again. Or perhaps one of my children, or grandkids, or even great grandkids can come and see where their father made world history.