Here I am, standing naked in the hatch of the skydiver one base on Titan. The petrol smell of Titan’s atmosphere makes its presence felt here. Some say we have Titan in our blood, like old car racers from another age on planet Earth. They said they had gas in their blood, the stuff that fueled their cars back then. It is said it had a similar smell, a mix of aromatic carbohydrates. I am reaching for my suit and I slowly start to pull first the pants over my feet, then the whole body suit. It is a ritual we treat with respect as our suits keep us safe from the frigid atmosphere outside. It allows us to be intimately connected with, embracing it like our closest friend. And of course, there are the wings. Just extending our arms makes the telescopic wings extend like angel wings. Yes, we fly like angels through the Titan skies. I am now suited up. I am running the automatic checkup procedure. It goes well, so I command the suit  computer to open the hatch. With a hiss, the atmosphere of the moon we love starts to enter the hatch.

I take the first steps and spread my wings, pulling air in my lungs. While exhaling I start to push the air and I lift up. Flying on Titan is a meditative experience, when one flies, he syncs his breaths to the movement of the wings. One could say that flying makes us become one with the atmosphere, as the spirit melts in it with every breath one takes. Yes, this moon has its own spirit. 

As I ascend higher and higher into the sky, I can feel the cold seeping into my suit, numbing my fingers and toes. But it’s a small price to pay for the freedom and beauty of flight. The view from above is breathtaking. The orange clouds that seem to stretch on forever, the jagged peaks of the mountains in the distance, and the endless expanse of the frozen lakes below.

Explore my ground

Explore my seas

As one we’re bound

For the world to see

I fly for what feels like hours, lost in the peace and solitude of the sky. But eventually, it’s time to return to base. I tilt my wings and begin my descent, gliding towards the landing pad. As I touch down, I can feel the warmth of the hatch inviting me back inside. I retract my wings and remove my suit, hanging it carefully in its designated spot.

I take a moment to savor the experience, feeling grateful for the opportunity to fly on this majestic moon. It’s a feeling unlike any other, and I can’t wait to do it again. With a smile on my face, I turn and head back to my quarters, already planning my next flight on the stunning Titan.

As I walked back to my quarters, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. My efforts to persuade people not to over exploit the resources of Titan had paid off. The flyers Olympics, which had once been a source of contention and debate, had now become a celebration of the beauty and uniqueness of this moon. People from all over the solar system came to witness the incredible feats of skill and endurance displayed by the participating flyers.

But more importantly, the event had served as a reminder of the importance of preserving Titan for future generations. The natural beauty and resources of this moon were not to be taken for granted, and it was up to us to ensure that they were protected and preserved.

As I lay down to sleep that night, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the opportunity to be a part of such a meaningful and important cause. The future of Titan was looking bright, and I was confident that we could all work together to ensure that this moon remained a place of wonder and beauty for generations to come.