The huge camel strode across miles of bleak, reddish, dusty Martian landscape, its multi-jointed legs and splayed feet making light work of the long journey from Mariner Valley to some benighted research outpost on Terra Arabia.
Of course, it wasn't actually a living, breathing camel. Bent Dodgson, safe, comfortable, and evidently bored out his mind, stretched in the utilitarian pressurised cabin secured to the back of the leadβ¦animal. There he went again. It was kinda forgivable. The manu