The medics remark on the state of the Havenworlders, and the Human, from rescuing them from an insanely toxic planet. The Havenworlders and the human get a rundown on how much Time their discoveries are going to be making them, once they're well enough, as well as expeditions back to gather those very valuable plants, and oh, by the way, they now OWN that toxic planet and get to name it. Medical science and record books thank you for your contribution.
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-02798-g241-spit-and-determination -- Anon Guest
Deathworld Class Four, currently identified as 7I8-DXB-Y56 IV. Though not technically as deadly as Terra, the conditions planetside are nominated toxic to most known life. Known atmospheric allergen content is stable at Seventy-Four percent. Livesuits recommended for all life attempting to interact with the flora, fauna, atmosphere, and weather conditions. No fungal life has been identified yet, but speculation insists that it, too, must be handled with caution.
Estimated value of native-occurring biochemical resources...
Human Kaat stopped reading. It was a number far too large for them to comprehend. So, too, was the denomination indicator. Not Hours. Not Days. Not even Years[1]. It was... a capital D. Kaat kept wanting to see the special lowercase D that denominated Days. It would have been easier to handle.
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