Now that she had seen it, she couldn’t look away. But if we’re spinning this fast, why is the day so close to twelve hours long? There were many plausible explanations for such rapid stellar motion. But how many of them would account for such familiar day/night cycles? Now more than ever James regretted not studying the planet’s profile. She’d been so flustered at her biosleeve that other details of only cursory relevance to her mission had slipped through the cracks. Maybe Lightning Dust will find my stuff. Then I could ask the probe for a new computer and get the answers to all my questions.