Everywhere, stars were green. The nearby stars, for instance: Alpha Centauri and Sirius and Procyon and Tau Ceti, names from science fiction, the homes of mankind in the ages to come. Green as blades of grass! He tipped his head this way and that. Everywhere he looked it was the same: stars everywhere had turned to chlorophyll green.
A rather decent short story, though I feel that I am missing out on some context from Baxter's other works.