floors,â Ken announced. âWhen my family visited Tranquility, they told us humans arenât allowed dense attractor technology.â
âAntigravity,â someone chimed in.
âDense. Attractor. Technology,â Ken repeated.
That was why the one human space station struggling in orbit still had people floating around in it. And our transport, a cheap craft used to move recruits around, had none either.
But somewhere underfoot, Accordance engineers had laid down a grid of material that pulled us all down toward it. Immensely expensive, and done just so that they could be comfortable here on the moon.
The cargo bayâs vaulted ceilings stretched far overhead, like a giantâs ribcage. Robotic forklifts with long, articulated, spiderlike arms scurried around the football-sized open floor, pulling square containers off five-story racks that they sometimes had to climb up to reach.
âI saw a whole program about the people they flew to the moon to do the construction,â Keiko said. This part of the city had been dug out by humans helping run alien-built mining machines. The end of the cargo bay was a massive airlock designed for giants, with train tracks running through it into the bay.
âOkay recruits, keep walking!â
We trooped out of the busy cargo bay in obedient lines and snaked our way into Tranquility Cityâs subways and tunnels. Then up a series of escalators, everyone still making sure to keep a hand on the shoulder of the recruit in front of them.
The familiar architecture of Accordance spires appeared when we broke street level.
âFuck me,â Keiko said. âWeâre on the surface of the moon.â
âKeep moving!â the instructors shouted as we stumbled, looking around.
âNothing like on a screen,â I said, awed and also stumbling after the recruit in front of me.
Translucent material capped the streets between buildings, letting us look up into the black sky. Bright light dripped from luminescent globes and strips, filling shadows and crevices with a soft green light to augment the natural sunlight. Gray hills circled around the city where the streets ended, plunging back underground.
âI thought Iâd see stars,â someone said.
âToo much light. Washes it out. Just like at a stadium.â
âItâs Earth,â Keiko whispered as we turned the gentle curve of an Accordance skyscraperâs base.
It hung in the sky, blue and small. Everyone stopped as they looked up. The entire line bunched into a crowd. I craned my neck, ignoring the busy street.
âWhatâs that?â someone else asked. A comet-like silver shape high overhead occluded the Earth briefly, casting us in a flitting shadow before moving on.
âA Pcholem ship,â someone said. âThey came in those ships.â
âThat is a Pcholem. Not a ship. Pcholem.â
âWhat?â
âMove!â a struthiform instructor hissed, coming up alongside us. âMove now.â
Carapoids moved around us on the street, and more struthiÂforms bobbed past to avoid us. The streets ran thick with aliens going about their business. Several water-filled glass bubbles with Arvani inside trundled past.
âItâs just us,â Keiko said. âWeâre the only humans out here.â
Most humans on the moon worked for the Helium-3 mines, or on Accordance construction.
We kept moving, still looking up for a last glimpse of home, until we passed under another large airlock at the cityâs edges. Humans glanced at us from several small eateries that lined the edge of the oval common area.
No shiny, green-tinged metal cleaning robots in here. Trash and dirt littered the crosswalks and graffiti filled the walls.
Welcome to the human section.
âI gotta go,â Keiko whispered.
âWhat?â
âBathroom. Weâre in a human zone, right? I gotta go.â
âThe instructors are out for my blood
Greg Cox - (ebook by Undead)
Ross Thomas, Sarah Paretsky