Moonbase - Moonwar Part 65

Doug held out his hand and O'Malley took it in a limp, weary grip. "Never again," he muttered.

"Look!"

Turning to the observation window, Doug saw Edith holding a conglomeration of blankets in her arms with a tiny, red, squirming bald baby in the middle of it.

"I got the whole thing on camera," Edith said through the window. "She'll be on Global News in a few hours."

O'Malley brightened a bit and pushed himself to his feet. "She's kinda beautiful, isn't she?"

"Even in the midst of life, we are in the midst of death," intoned Robert Wicksen. Doug had been surprised when Wix had volunteered to preside at Lev Brudnoy's burial service. The physicist was also a lay minister, he had revealed.

Now they put Lev's remains into the soil of the farm he had lovingly tended over the years.

"Ashes to ashes," Wicksen murmured. "Dust to dust.' Doug stood at his mother's side. Joanna sobbed quietly as Lev was lowered into the ground where he had planted the Moon's first flowers.

Hours later, after dinner, Edith and Doug joined practically everyone else in Moonbase in decorating the three-meter-tall aluminum tree that had been erected in the middle of The Cave. There was plenty of rocket juice going around, and G.o.d knows what else. The party went from festive to raucous as the hours wore on.

Long after midnight, Doug walked beside Edith as they headed for their quarters. The alcohol he had consumed was quickly and efficiently broken down by the nanomachines inside him. Doug regretted that he couldn't get drunk even when he wanted to.

Edith seemed quite sober, as well. The gashes on her face were completely healed, not even the slightest trace of a scar, thanks to the nanotherapy Kris Cardenas had supervised.

"You're pretty quiet," Edith said.

"Yes, I guess so."

"Post-partum blues?" she kidded.

He looked at her: smiling blonde Texas cheerleader. "Pre-partum blues," he replied.

"Pre... I don't get it."

"Claire's had her baby. You've got your Christmas story. The nanomachines have been cleaned out of you. There's not much reason for you to stay here now, is there?"

Edith's face went serious. "You know about the offer Global made me."

"Jinny told me about it. Managing editor of the entire news department and your own prime-time show every week."

"I don't want to be managing editor," Edith said. "That's more headache than anything else."

"But prime time..."

"Yep. That's the real plum."

Doug knew that the LTV sitting at the rocket port would have s.p.a.ce for her to return Earthside.

"I've talked it over with Jinny and Kris," Edith went on. "We'll have to haul in some new equipment from Earthside, but the studio oughtta be able to handle it."

He stopped in the middle of the corridor. "You mean you'll do your show from here? From Moonbase?"

"Sure," Edith answered. "You didn't think you were going to get rid of me, did you?"

He grabbed her and kissed her mightily. Two Lunatics pa.s.sing by muttered something about mistletoe.

As they lay in bed in the darkness, warm and pleasantly tired, Doug whispered to Edith, "By the way, Merry Christmas."

"And to you, sweetheart."

"We've got a new year coming in a week. A new era, really."

"Hey, now that you're an independent nation, what're y'all gonna call yourselves? You can't call a whole nation Moonbase."

"No," Doug said. "We're going to call ourselves Selene."

"Selene?"

"A Greek moon G.o.ddess, from ancient time."

"Selene," Edith repeated. "Sounds neat. Where'd you find it?"

"I read it in a book, when I was a kid."

"I like it."

"Good. Now get some sleep. Big day tomorrow."

"Lots of big days coming up," said Edith.

"Yes," Doug agreed. "Lots of really big days."