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9780812579406

Venus

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  • ISBN-13: 9780812579406
  • ISBN: 0812579402
  • Publication Date: 2001
  • Publisher: Doherty Associates, LLC, Tom

AUTHOR

Bova, Ben

SUMMARY

HELL CRATER I was late and I knew it. The trouble is, you can't run on the moon. The shuttle from theNueva Venezuelaspace station had been delayed, some minor problem with the baggage being transferred from Earthside, so now I was hurrying along the underground corridor from the landing pad, all alone. The party had started more than an hour ago. They had warned me not to try to run, even with the weighted boots that I had rented at the landing port. But like a fool I tried to anyway and sort of hip-hopped crazily and bumped into the corridor wall, scraping my nose rather painfully. After that I shuffled along in the manner that the tourist-guide video had shown. It felt stupid, but bouncing off the walls was worse. Not that I really wanted to go to my father's inane party or be on the Moon at all. None of this was my idea. Two big human-form robots guarded the door at the end of the corridor. And I meanbig, two meters tall and almost as wide across the torso. The gleaming metal door was sealed shut, of course. You couldn't crash my father's party; he'd never stand for that. "Your name, please," said the robot on my left. Its voice was deep and rough, my father's idea of what a bouncer should sound like, I suppose. "Van Humphries," I said, as slowly and clearly as I could enunciate. The robot hesitated only a fraction of a second before saying, "Voice print identification is verified. You may enter, Mr. Van Humphries." Both robots pivoted around and the door slid open. The noise hit me like a power hammer: thumping atonal music blasting away against wildly over-amped screeching from some androgynous singer wailing the latest pop hit. The chamber was huge, immense, and jammed wall-to-wall with partygoers, hundreds of men and women, a thou-sand or more, I guessed, drinking, shouting, smoking, their faces contorted with grimaces of forced raucous laughter. The noise was like a solid wall pounding against me; I had to physically force myself to step past the robots and into the mammoth chamber. Everyone was in party attire: brazenly bright colors with plenty of spangles and glitter and electronic blinkies. And lots of bare flesh showing, of course. I felt like a missionary in my chocolate-brown velour pullover and tan micromesh slacks. A long electronic window swept the length of the cavern's side wall, alternately proclaiming "happy one hundredth birthday!" and showing clips from pornographic videos. I might have known Father would pick a bordello as the site for his party. Hell Crater, named after the Jesuit astronomer Maximilian J. Hell. The gaming and porn industries had turned the area into the Moon's sin capital, a complete cornucopia of illicit pleasures dug below the dusty floor of the crater, some six hundred klicks south of Selene City. Poor old Father Hell must be spinning in his crypt. "Hi there, stranger!" said a brassy, buxom redhead in an emerald-green costume so skimpy it must have been spray-painted onto her. She waggled a vial of some grayish-looking powder in my general direction, exhorting, "Join the fun!" Fun. The place looked like Dante's Inferno. There was nowhere to sit except for a few couches along the walls, and they were already filled with writhing tangles of naked bodies. Everyone else was on their feet, packed in shoulder to shoulder, dancing or swaying and surging like the waves of some multihued, gabbling, aimless human sea. High up near the smoothed rock ceiling a pair of acrobats in sequined harlequin costumes were walking a tightrope strung across the chamber. A set of spotlights made then-costumes gutter. On Earth, performing that high up would have been dangerous; here on the Moon they coulBova, Ben is the author of 'Venus', published 2001 under ISBN 9780812579406 and ISBN 0812579402.

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