Clarke, Neil (ed) - The Eagle Has Landed / Кларк, Нил (ред) - Орел совершил посадку [2019, EPUB, ENG]

Bagatelle / «Багатель» novelette by John Varley The Eve of the Last Apollo novelette by Carter Scholz The Lunatics / Лунатики novelette by Kim Stanley Robinson Griffin's Egg / Яйцо грифона novella by Michael Swanwick A Walk in the Sun / Вдогонку за солнцем short story by Geoffrey A. Landis Waging Good novelette by Robert Reed How We Lost the Moon, a True Story by Frank W. Allen / День, когда мы потеряли луну short story by Paul J. McAuley People Came from Earth short story by Stephen Baxter Ashes and Tombstones short story by Brian Stableford Sunday Night Yams at Minnie and Earl's novella by Adam-Troy Castro Stories for Men novella by John Kessel The Clear Blue Seas of Luna novelette by Gregory Benford You Will Go to the Moon short story by William Preston SeniorSource / Синиерсорс short story by Kristine Kathryn Rusch The Economy of Vacuum short story by Sarah Thomas The Cassandra Project / Проект «Кассандра» short story by Jack McDevitt Fly Me to the Moon / Отправимся на Луну novelette by Marianne J. Dyson Tyche and the Ants / Тихея и муравьи short story by Hannu Rajaniemi The Moon Belongs to Everyone novella by Michael Alexander and K. C. Ball The Fifth Dragon novelette by Ian McDonald Let Baser Things Devise short story by Berrien C. Henderson The Moon Is Not a Battlefield novelette by Indrapramit Das Every Hour of Light and Dark short story by Nancy Kress In Event of Moon Disaster short story by Rich Larson

The scan was routine. Every moon worker has one every four lunes. Achi was called, she went into the scanner. The machine passed magnetic fields through her body and when she came out the medic said, you have four weeks left.

We met on the Vorontsov Trans-Orbital cycler but didn’t have sex. We talked instead about names. “Corta. That’s not a Brazilian name,” Achi said. I didn’t know her well enough then, eight hours out from transfer orbit, to be my truculent self and insist that any name can be a Brazilian name, that we are a true rainbow nation. So I told her that my name had rolled through many peoples and languages like a bottle in a breaker until it was cast up sand-scoured and clouded on the beaches of Barra. And now I was taking it on again, up to the moon. . . .