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It was Zach's turn to laugh. "Milady, what you are hearing from my lips is the original version of Earth
Standard. Anything else is a local variant."

Clea's eyes went wide. "Are you really from Earth?" she asked in astonishment.

Zach nodded smugly.

"But I thought that was supposed to be the best planet in the galaxy. Why would anyone want to leave?"

"You're the victim of rumors," said Sean. "The Earthies have nearly destroyed the planet, and everyone
knows it."

"Wow," said Zach. "That's heavy talk from someone whose father works for the Planetary League."

Sean started to say something, then stopped. "I've got to get this finished," he said, glancing down at his
clipboard."You seem to have some spare time. Why don't you introduce Clea to Grumps?"

"Gladly take I the Galahadian," said Zach. "This way, if you will, milady."

Clea followed Zach between the long rows of clear plastic sprouting tanks. She turned back to say
something to Sean, but he was already immersed in his work.

They found Grumps two domes over. He was a slender man, a little stooped, taller than Clea, but shorter
than Zach. He had kinky black hair, liberally sprinkled with gray, and dark brown eyes flecked here and
there with bits of orange. Deep lines ran from the sides of his noise to the corners of his mouth, and his
scowl looked like it had been permanently carved into his face.

"So you're the newbie," he growled, when Zach introduced Clea.
"Y-y-yes sir," stammered Clea.

"Well you've picked a fine one to hang out with," he said, gesturing toward Zach.

Zach smiled benignly, as if he had just received a compliment.

"I just met him, sir," said Clea. Instantly she wished she could take back the words. She felt like a traitor.

"Well, come on," said Grumps. "I'll show you around. YouтАФYamoto. Get back to work."

"I was just on my way," said Zach, a statement so obviously untrue that Clea couldn't help but laugh.

Grumps snorted and gestured for Clea to follow him. "We have seven greendomes in this complex," he
said, as Clea scurried to catch up with him. "As you probably know, the Planetary Settlement Act
requires us to grow all our food in domes for the first five years."

"No," said Clea. "I didn't know."

He looked at her in surprise. "Where are you from, girl?" he asked.

"Galahad."