THIS WAS NEW. NEON HAD flown many times, but never in something that could conceivably go into space. They were on their way to find something called “Bubba Foom.”
The clouds so far below made Neon think of some alien world populated by marshmallow people: fat, comfortable people stretching as far as she could see, and above the roof of the world, Heaven only knew.
She settled resolutely back.
As long as somebody knew.