“Earthers!” Scott growled in disgust as he watched the twenty-four tourists disembark from the Lunar Shuttle. They squealed and bounced up and down in the one-sixth gravity as though the moon had been put there just so they wouldn’t have to buy a trampoline. You’d think after three days in zero-G and two days in slow-spinning Gorbachev Station, the novelty of low gravity would have worn off, Scott thought sourly. And most of them were old enough to be his parents. Or his grandparents.
Just like everyone else in Apollo City.
Scott shook his head and walked toward the tour group with the graceful, low-energy shuffle that marked a true Lunite. Jack Porter and Al Donovan, a hydroponics tech and an assistant geologist who had been pressed into service as tour guides, were doing their best to
