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"Captain, you are so right." I shut up.
We could see Hong Kong Luna over the horizon many minutes before we got
there-the emergency landing pylon, the big dishes used to talk to Earth and the
bigger ones for Mars and the Belt, the solar power grids-and it got even more
impressive as we got closer. Of course everyone lives underground ... but I tend
to forget how much of Luna's heavy industry is on the surface-and illogical that
I should forget, since most of Luna's great wealth is tied in with raw sunshine,
bitter nights, and endless vacuum. But, as my wife pointed out, I'm the
spiritual type.
We passed Nissan-Shell's new complex, hectare after hectare of pipes and
cracking columns and inverse stills and valves and pumps and Bussard pyramids.
The long shadows carved by the rising Sun made it a picture out of Gustave Dore,
by Pieter Brueghel (zoon), orchestrated by Salvador Dali. Just beyond it we
found the north lock.
Because of Aunt Lilybet they let us use the small Kwiklok. Bill went
through with Auntie-he had earned that-then Lady Dee and her surviving husband
crowded in ahead of Ekaterina and the kids. Dear Diana had distinguished herself
again by demanding that she be taken to the spaceport rather than to a city
lock. Bill and I had not let her bother Gwen with her royal commands, but it had
decreased (if this be possible) her popularity with us
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