I’ll put that crew up against any Galactic Empire.
And we have thousands of people I haven’t even met yet living and working in this big rock, and many thousands more hibernating.
I’m not worried.
KAHLUA HAS JUST
jumped up and settled himself on my belly. He’s staring suspiciously downward, where the babies—twin girls!—just tried to kick him off. These kids are either going to be black belts in karate or world-class dancers. I’ll try to steer them toward dance.
Something’s tugging on my line. I may have to land the damn thing. Blackened catfish a la Jubal sounds mighty good, but pulling on that line sounds a little too much like work. Life is so hard.
THERE IS A
time for everything, a season for everything.
A time for traveling, a time for settling down. We’ve managed to do both at the same time.
I’m going to miss my home, the Red Planet. But now I’m between planets.
Now it’s time for the stars.
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