Ride the Crepe Ring

On the icy moon of Mimas, far from the Sun’s warmth, a glittering glass dome shelters a bustling summer resort where the rings of Saturn loom like a celestial carnival. Tourists arrive in refurbished navy cruisers, eager to chase the thrill of “riding the ring” – a high‑speed glide through a maze of bright meteoroids that sparkle against the void. The promise is simple: dodge the stones, feel the rush, and return to the comfort of heated domettes with a story worth bragging about.

Among the hopeful flyers is Norma, a daring young woman whose golden hair seems to catch even the faintest light. She meets Socrates “Smitty” Smith, the stout, sweating proprietor who assures her that the Saturnian Merrygoround is perfectly safe, even as he hints at the darker, forbidden Crepe Ring closer to the planet. As the first launch approaches, excitement builds, and both the tourists and the skeptical businessman wonder whether the spectacle will live up to its hype—or become something far riskier.