"I’m not checking the navigation, you little monster," Podkayne replied, though her voice lacked any real bite. "I’m looking at the stars. I am going to command a ship like this one day, Clark. A real exploration cruiser. Not just a luxury liner filled with tourists who think Martians are practically savages."
Classic Sci-Fi Review: Podkayne of Mars by Robert A. Heinlein podkayne
The air in the observation dome of the Trianon smelled faintly of recycled ozone and synthetic jasmine, a combination that fifteen-year-old Podkayne Fries had already decided was entirely too "Earth-side" for her tastes. Sitting with her chin in her hands, she stared out through the thick radiation glass at the magnificent, terrifying swirl of the inner Solar System. "I’m not checking the navigation, you little monster,"
Podkayne whipped around, her red hair catching the harsh glare of the dome's artificial lights. "Babies need individual attention, Clark! Just because you were born with a block of ice where your heart should be doesn't mean the rest of the galaxy is like that." A real exploration cruiser
Clark made a noise that was halfway between a grunt and a sniff. "To do that, you'll need to master third-order differential equations, Poddy. Last night, you spent two hours trying to explain to the nursery attendant why babies shouldn't be kept in centralized crèches."
"I’m not checking the navigation, you little monster," Podkayne replied, though her voice lacked any real bite. "I’m looking at the stars. I am going to command a ship like this one day, Clark. A real exploration cruiser. Not just a luxury liner filled with tourists who think Martians are practically savages."
Classic Sci-Fi Review: Podkayne of Mars by Robert A. Heinlein
The air in the observation dome of the Trianon smelled faintly of recycled ozone and synthetic jasmine, a combination that fifteen-year-old Podkayne Fries had already decided was entirely too "Earth-side" for her tastes. Sitting with her chin in her hands, she stared out through the thick radiation glass at the magnificent, terrifying swirl of the inner Solar System.
Podkayne whipped around, her red hair catching the harsh glare of the dome's artificial lights. "Babies need individual attention, Clark! Just because you were born with a block of ice where your heart should be doesn't mean the rest of the galaxy is like that."
Clark made a noise that was halfway between a grunt and a sniff. "To do that, you'll need to master third-order differential equations, Poddy. Last night, you spent two hours trying to explain to the nursery attendant why babies shouldn't be kept in centralized crèches."
