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Pioneer 10 will be the first to measure the Galilean fields, granola the first thing I’ll eat while the wind smacks kissers of snow against the double-glazed panes and moose brave the yard for the lower limbs of the weeping birch. While at first we circled, now we’ll settle. I could have been a dancer, a stunt double, and you, Pioneer 10, a pop can, a pie plate, a gear driving the orrery of all you sail beyond.

When you launch, it will be minus-thirty, mostly cloudy. What goes up will stay up, become the first earthly thing with mass set to outlast the flutter board, the pickle jar, the fear of death and all our diminishing dramas.