Having printed a tablet of psilocin Jessica was ready for another night of aimless emptiness on her home planet Titan. A connection to something greater was her basic yearning. The people of earth had the connection to their natural surroundings, an environment at least similar to the one in which they had evolved. Jessica had no such thing. No trees grew on Titan. No animals roamed the frigid desert planet she called a home. On her planet, it did not rain natural elements conducive to life. On her planet rocket fuel fell from the sky, swelled up into lakes, and evaporated into alien clouds. She had to be thankful for this, because, as she and all other natives had been told since birth, these natural fuels were the only thing that made survival possible on this Alien world.

She felt seven years away from home. A home she never knew, only in pictures and videotapes and stories. Never having seen a tree, hearing that Jesus went into the forest for 40 days was a fantastical as Jonah being swallowed by a whale. Mythical people in mythical places.

So what did she do? She printed. She printed MDMA, LSD, 4-ACO-DMT, Psilocin, THC, organic and inorganic compounds and she left. She left this frigid desert planet. She left her aimless inexplicable existence. She left her workaholic parents and, most importantly, she left the acute isolation only known to a pioneer.

Donning her thermal suit, a respirator and a pack of oxygen. A flask of water and she went outdoors. A breeze was blowing. So very far from the sun, noon was not a BRIGHT hour per say, but at least things were visible. And anyway she was lucky. She had bigger pupils than the first-generation pilgrims. A genetic modification to better adapt her people to the low light environment. With eyes this sensitive though, a day on earth would be pain and blinding white.

This was her home, she was here to stay. Biologically, culturally, medically, Jessica was made for Titan.

She tripped and its methane clouds danced in the sky.