The Enceladus Mission

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The room was hushed in anticipation. All eyes in Mission Control were upon the woman everyone referred to as MOM. Her moniker, an acronym from the more formal title of ‘Mission Operations Manager,’ was derived from the name tag someone had at one point playfully taped to her screen as a joke. Martin was sitting upright in order to see her beyond his monitor. She was almost as old as his mother. Positioned at her station, MOM adjusted her old-fashioned headset and spoke clearly into the microphone, her voice betraying signs of nervousness.

“Carrier signal received. Waiting for telemetry data.”

Nothing happened for several seconds. Someone rustled a piece of paper. The sound of a popping knuckle was heard. Half a minute went by before the silence was again broken, this time by the transmitted voice of a man with an unmistakably Spanish accent.

“Carlos Fuentes, Missions Operations Team, Deep Space Network.”

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