“I'm a hundred years old, and I have never seen rain.”

Lightning flickers inside the new clouds and the first drops strike the red dust. Outside, Mira turns her visor to the sky and the rain sounds like a million fingers tapping. Behind the glass, Nova, a hundred years old, sees rain for the first time. Mira presses one of Yuki's seeds into the mud, and Nova thinks of the six plants her mother smuggled to Mars.