Garrison looked up, toward where the two moons were. They were seen as gods? They could certainly be touched, felt, only with the right amount of protective gear. Once upon a time one had to wear bulky, ugly, heavy suits to walk on asteroids or moons, anything with a faint or no atmosphere at all. Now there was only a thin, closely fitted suit and treated headgear, tinted to keep one safe from the universe's radiation and UV. The suit acted as a filter and recycled one's breaths, giving them unlimited breathing time.

He startled when Nathaniel asked to come. He hadn't thought about that at all. "Um... You know, I don't think that'd be the best idea... I mean, that's basically kidnapping, if I just... brought you along... And there are tests to endure, and... clearances... You'd... be misplaced, I think, it'd be a huge culture shock. And it's not what you think it is, I'm sure."