Younger ManPatty Seyburn
Titan’s unfortunate temperature of minus 290 Fahrenheit kept it the solar system’s Peter Pan: too damn cold, there, for life to develop, save volcanoes of ice and creeping ice. Aren’t you glad you stayed here with me? Primordial ice cream, pools, showers of methane – that’s appealing, sure, if you prefer revery.
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