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 leadโฆanimal. There he went again. It was kinda forgivable. The manu