Epilogue
As Martha slid her earphones over her frizzy hair, she didn’t even notice the huge banner anymore. Stacey and Samuel’s Pioneer Grant had run out two months ago, and their award had been given over a year ago, but their faces were still plastered all over the university wall. They probably would be there for another year, too. The latest grant had been announced and it had gone to a completely different school. Martha hadn’t applied. She still had to walk underground in order to get from the Vacation Station into her concrete office slab, but now she and Delta had better computers.
There was also Rosa, who also came along most mornings when Lando—as he preferred now—was at his own job on the Mechanical Planet, finding strays, and then training them to work with s*x trafficking vi
