alloons, but we were the
only ones who could make them work. It was our one chance to get out here on
our own. Who'd  want to live out here for the sake of some  government, some
army brass, a bunch of pen pushers? You have to want a frontier  want it  in
your bones, right?"
     Korolev smiled. Andy grinned back. "We grabbed  those power cables  and
just pulled ourselves straight up. And when you get  to the  top, well, man,
you either  make  that big jump or else you rot there." His voice rose. "And
you don't look back, no sir! We've made that jump, and we're here to stay!"
     The woman placed the model's  Velcro wheels against the curved wall and
released  it. It  went  scooting along above their heads,  whirring merrily.
"Isn't that cute? The kids are just going to love it."
     Korolev  stared into  Andy's eyes.  Kosmograd  rang  again, jarring the
little Lunokhod model onto a new course.
     "East Los  Angeles," the  woman said. "That's  the one with the kids in
it." She took off her goggles, and Korolev saw her eyes brimming over with a
wonderful lunacy.
     "Well," said  Andy, rattling his toolbelt, "you  feel  like showing  us
around?"