SHOOTING STAR The roar of the rockets recedes after takeoff, and we loosen our
seatbelts to enjoy our first space cocktail. Perhaps on another spaceship a pair of
lovers looked out of a porthole and saw the firestreak of our rockets... and made
a wish.

MOONSCAPE As the heavy door of the spaceship opens slowly, into our view
comes a quiet, bleak surface with grey-blue craters. It is awesome, frightening,
majestic in its stillness.

MR. ROBOT On our first visit to a planet, we arrive in the midst of the festivities of
the Martian Gras. An intercosmos incident is almost created when a crew member
approaches a group of dancing spzdtrls with the demand, "Take me to your leader!"
A few cries of "Earthling, go home!" soon die down as apologies are made, and
the festival continues, with earth visitors included.

THE CITY From a distance we see the crystal spires of another metropolis,
glistening in the light of the faraway sun. A misty fog filters over the city ... perhaps
under it life is bustling... or perhaps there are only the ruins of long gone splendor.

A DISTANT STAR From a romantic spot called Planetary Point, we find a tiny star to
wish upon. We realize that we're looking beyond what's over the rainbow, into a
land no lullaby ever mentioned.

THE COMMUTER Jetmobiles roar through early Solar City traffic. Their frenzied
speed gives rise to vertigo, until we realize that crashes are now extinct, with
electric fields keeping travellers safely at arm's length.

SIDE TWO:

WINDS OF SIRIUS We hear a gentle sound... or do we? Do they have sound, those
chilly winds in outer space... or are they silent, and is the murmur we hear only an
echo of the chill we feel?

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MOON Only experience makes us fully realize that this
hemisphere, unlike the cold emptiness people often assign to it, is really a lovers'
retreat, where not even the scientist's telescope can probe the
darker-than-darkness of its nights.

SOMEWHERE IN SPACE The quaint traditions connected with the crossing of the
equator are preserved even in this space-era. The party is as gay as ever, only the
occasion is different... leaving the earth's atmosphere. Behind, we can see the
familiar yet strange sphere, slowly falling away from us.

EARTH LIGHT As we sneak away from the rest of the group to a deserted
observation room, the earth's warm blue glow somehow makes seconds out of
hours. Long after the earthbeams fade, their magic dust lingers on.

THE LADY IS BLUE Bored but beautiful, the blue queen of the solar village makes a
quick gesture with her hand, and a curious assortment of odd beings materializes,
performing a strange and sensuous dance to amuse her. Another impatient whisk,
and they're gone. As Mr. Baxter insists (from experience?), her color is of skin, not
of mood.