Well, okay, one diamond. Maybe. If it’s not quartz. And if it’s not a chunk of plastic that fell off the rover.
But the concept is exciting. Suppose a rover bumped into a great big huge boulder and then took a good photographic look at it and sent the result back to earth and lo and behold, a diamond as big as a doggone washing machine!
Holy smokes! Every nation would rush to send a manned mission, if only to chip a few chunks off that baby for making jewelry for Britain’s Royals or some Hollywood starlet. Multinational conglomerate corporations would vie to be the first to stick a flag in the dirt and stake a mining claim. Then yahoo! We’d be back in space in a big way.
Oh well. One can dream, anyway.
And then again, there may be a dark side to diamonds in space. For instance, in my short story, The Treasure of Purgatory Crater, mysterious deaths occur on the moon and a man is driven mad by…you guessed it.
Now, I may have spoiled part of the fun of reading “Treasure” but there’s more to the story than what I’ve given away. Check it out. It’s one of my personal favorites.
And oh, yes. It’s got a girl in it who knows who her best friends are.