“Gladly.”

“Is that true of the people of the Moon generally? Or just of you? There’s something intense about you, Neville. You won’t go out on the surface. Other Lunarites do. They don’t like it particularly, but they do. The interior of the Moon isn’t their womb, as it is in your case. It isn’t their prison, as it is yours. There is a neurotic factor in you that is absent in most Lunarities, or at least considerably weaker. If you take the Moon away from Earth, you make it into a prison for all. It will become a one-world prison from which no man—and not you only—can emerge, not even to the extent of seeing another inhabited world in the sky. Perhaps that is what you want.”

“I want independence; a free world; a world untouched by the outside.”

“You can build ships, any number. You can move outward at near-light velocities without difficulty, once you transfer momentum to the cosmeg. You can explore the entire Universe in a single lifetime. Wouldn’t you like to get on such a ship?”

“No,” said Neville, with clear distaste.

“Wouldn’t you? Or is it couldn’t? Is it that you must take the Moon with you wherever you go. Why must all the others accept your need?”

“Because that’s the way it’s going to be,” said Neville.

Denison’s voice remained level but his cheeks reddened. “Who gave you the right to say that? There are many citizens of Luna City who may not feel as you do.”

“That is none of your concern.”

“That is precisely my concern. I am an Immigrant who will qualify for citizenship soon. I do not wish to have my choice made for me by someone who cannot emerge on the surface and who wants his personal prison made into a prison for all. I have left Earth forever, but only to come to the Moon, only to remain a quarter-million miles from the home-planet. I have not contracted to be taken forever away for an unlimited distance.”

“Then return to Earth,” said Neville, indifferently. “There is still time.”

“And what of the other citizens of Luna? The other Immigrants?”

“The decision is made.”

“It is not made.... Selene!”

Selene entered, her face solemn, her eyes a little defiant.

Neville’s legs uncrossed. Both shoes came down flat upon the ground.

Neville said, “How long have you been waiting in the next room, Selene?”

“Since before you arrived, Barron,” she said.

Neville looked from Selene to Denison and back again. “You two—” he began, finger pointing from one to the other and back.

“I don’t know what you mean by you two,” said Selene, “but Ben found out about the momentum quite a while ago.”

“It wasn’t Selene’s fault,” said Denison. “The Commissioner spotted something flying at a time when no one could possibly have known he would be observing. It seemed to me that Selene might be testing something I was not thinking of and transfer of momentum eventually occurred to me. After that—”

“Well, then, you knew,” said Neville. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does, Barron,” said Selene. “I talked about it with Ben. I found that I didn’t always have to accept what you said. Perhaps I can’t ever go to Earth. Perhaps I don’t even want to. But I found I liked it in the sky where I could see it if I wanted to, I didn’t want an empty sky. Then I talked to others of the Group. Not everybody wants to leave. Most people would rather build the ships and let those go who wish to go while allowing those to remain behind who wish to remain.”

Neville’s breath was coming hard. “You talked about it. Who gave you the right to—”

“I took the right, Barron. Besides, it doesn’t matter any more. You’ll be outvoted.”

“Because of—” Neville rose to his feet and took a menacing step toward Denison.

The Commissioner said, “Please don’t get emotional, Dr. Neville. You may be of Luna, but I don’t think you can man-handle both of us.”

“All three,” said Selene, “and I’m of Luna, too. I did it, Barron; not they.”

Then Denison said, “Look, Neville— For all Earth cares, the Moon can go. Earth can build its space stations. It’s the citizens of Luna City who care. Selene cares and I care and the rest. You are not being debarred from space, from escape, from freedom. In twenty years at the outside, all who want to go will go, including you if you can bring yourself to leave the womb. And those who want to stay will stay.”

Slowly, Neville seated himself again. There was the look of defeat on his face.

19

In Selene’s apartment, every window now had a view of the Earth. She said, “The vote did go against him, you know, Ben. Quite heavily.”

“I doubt that he’ll give up, though. If there’s friction with Earth during the building of the stations, public opinion on the Moon may swing back.”

“There needn’t be friction.”

“No, there needn’t. In any case, there are no happy endings in history, only crisis points that pass. We’ve passed this one safely, I think, and we’ll be sorry about the others as they come and as they can be foreseen. Once the starships are built, the tension will surely subside considerably.”

“We’ll live to see that, I’m sure.”

“You will, Selene.”

“You, too, Ben. Don’t overdramatize your age. You’re only forty-eight.”

“Would you go on one of the starships, Selene?”

“No. I’d be too old and I still wouldn’t want to lose Earth in the sky. My son might go.... Ben.”

“Yes, Selene.”

“I have applied for a second son. The application has been accepted. Would you contribute?”

Denison’s eyes lifted and looked straight into hers. She did not look away. He said, “Artificial insemination?”

She said, “Of course.... The gene combination should be interesting.”

Denison’s eyes dropped. “I would be flattered, Selene.”

Selene said, defensively, “That’s just good sense, Ben. It’s important to have good gene combinations. There’s nothing wrong with some natural genetic engineering.”

“None at all.”

“It doesn’t mean that I don’t want it for other reasons, too.... Because I like you.”

Denison nodded and remained silent.

Selene said, almost angrily, “Well, there’s more to love than sex.”

Denison said, “I agree to that. At least, I love you even with sex subtracted.”

And Selene said, “And for that matter, there’s more to sex than acrobatics.”

Denison said, “I agree to that, too.”

And Selene said, “And besides— Oh, damn it, you could try to learn.”

Denison said softly, “If you would try to teach.”

Hesitantly, he moved toward her. She did not move away.

He stopped hesitating.