Metafire

George figured he was aggravating the situation. He looked over to Marie. Marie was just watching. Doing nothing. George said, "Marie, maybe you can help. We have to handle the killer satellite. Can I get a proposal from you by dinner?"

She looked at George. "Yes, let me think about it. Where's Platon?"

George pointed his finger in the direction of the Metafire One capsule, "Your husband is forward, in communications."

Marie pulled forward while George pulled back toward the Russian tug section of the colony. Marie wanted to get together with her husband. The few couples on board had made little homes for themselves by claiming closable rooms around the colony. They could work on their home, fool around, and maybe make some progress on the killer satellite.

Back in the tug section, Isolova was alone and acting as pilot. Michael was asleep in the cavern. He and Isolova were known to be lovers, but they had not decided to set up home anywhere. Isolova was a lovely, small, girl with short brown hair and beautifully sensitive eyes. She looked over to George, "Michael says that we have no plan for establishing commercial contact with Earth, George."