Venus was nothing like the Moon. Saikou had been hired for this position because of his experience at the Fidélité mines. He snorted in his helmet. Typical Earth thinking: space is space, one body is the same as another, pressure suits are pressure suits.
No, Venus was really nothing like the Moon. Venus had none of the Moon’s sheer bigness. Armstrong had described it right: “beautiful, beautiful desolation,” crisp and clear, sparkling, new, and unworn. Venus had a crushing closeness, a thickness in its air, the feeling that the slightest breeze could send you sprawling. And the planet itself was cracked, scabbed, wrenched, beaten, heaved, and shattered. Plus, the damn gravity was 90% of Earth standard. The Earth-born miners were better equipped for this mission than him!
But this position paid well. ECOWAS wanted to start out strong here on Venus, and Saikou was one of the few West Africans with experience in extraterrestrial mining. He doubted that he