They never found Dr. Aris Thorne’s remains. Some say she became part of the oak. Others say she just walked into the green and never looked back.
"Life support nominal for one," his suit chirped. "Atmospheric toxins: high. Do not remove helmet."
"I came to remember," he said. "But now I want to plant."
"Override: Sky-132 emergency protocol," he said.
"Who made this?" he whispered.
To plant is to remember. Would you like a sequel, or a different angle on Sky-132 (e.g., a thriller, a mystery, or a military sci-fi version)?
Elias spent the next six months turning Sky-132 into a beacon. He broadcast the garden’s location to every ship within reach. Within a year, salvagers became pilgrims. Within five, Sky-132 was no longer a graveyard. It was a seed. And from that seed, new forests spread across the hollowed-out habitats of the Belt, the moons of Saturn, the domes of Mars.
"To plant, or to remember?"