A call comes over the vidchannel: “Murph, you sitting down?” “Always.” At the moment I’m standing in my darkened cabin at base camp in Mare Nubium. By headlamp only I carve a chess piece—a knight—out of moon rock. I’d crushed one earlier after Tchaikovsky called me out on a dumb move. The screen and radio … Continue reading All the Things the Moon is Not by Alexander Lumans