“Maybe,” George half-admitted. Then he grinned. “But th’ sex is fookin’ fantastic!”
Fuchs scowled at the bigger man. “Be serious, George.”
Without taking his eyes off Ceres’s battered face, George said, “Okay, you’re right. I know it. But buildin’ a bloody O’Neill habitat?”
“It doesn’t have to be that big, not like the L-5 habitats around Earth. Just big enough to house the few hundred people here in Ceres. At first.”
George shook his shaggy head. “You know how big a job you’re talkin’ about? Just the life support equipment alone would cost a mint. And then some.”
“No, no. That’s the beauty of my scheme,” Fuchs said, with a nervous laugh. “We simply purchase spacecraft and put them together. They become the habitat. And they already have all the life support equipment and radiation shielding built into them. We won’t need their propulsion units at all, so the price will be much lower than you think.”
“Then you want to spin the whole fookin’ kludge to an Earth-normal g?”
“Lunar normal,” Fuchs answered. “One-sixth g is good enough. Dr. Cardenas agrees.”
George scratched at his thick, unkempt beard. “I dunno, Lars. We’ve been livin’ inside the rock okay. Why go to all this trouble and expense?”
“Because we have to!” Fuchs insisted. “Living in microgravity is dangerous to our health. We must build a better habitat for ourselves.”
George looked unconvinced, but he muttered, “Lunar g, you say?”
“One-sixth normal Earth gravity. No more than that.”
“How much will it cost?”
Fuchs blinked once. “We can buy the stripped-down spacecraft from Astro Corporation. Pancho is offering a very good price.”
“How much?”
“The preliminary figures work out. . .” Fuchs hesitated, took a breath, then said, “We can do it if all the prospectors and miners put in ten percent of their income.”
George grunted. “A tithe, huh?”
“Ten percent isn’t much.”
“A lot of us rock rats don’t make any income at all, some years.”
“I know,” said Fuchs. “I factored that into the cost estimate. Of course, we’ll have to pay off the spacecraft over twenty- or thirty-year leases. Like a mortgage on a house, Earthside.”
“So you want everybody here in Ceres to take on a twenty-year debt?”
“We can pay it off sooner, perhaps. A few really big strikes could pay for the entire project all by themselves.”
“Yeah. Sure.”
With burning intensity, Fuchs asked, “Will you do it? If you agree, most of the other prospectors will, too.”
“Whyn’t you get one of the corporations t’ do it?” George asked. “Astro or Humphries. . .” He stopped when he saw the look on Fuchs’s face.
“Not Humphries,” Fuchs growled. “Never him or his company. Never.”
“Okay. Astro, then.”
Fuchs’s scowl shifted into a troubled frown. “I’ve spoken to Pancho about it. The Astro board would not vote for it. They will sell stripped-down spacecraft to us, but they won’t commit to building the habitat. They don’t see a profit from it.”
George grunted. “Lot they care if we snap our bones.”
“But you care,” Fuchs said eagerly. “It’s our problem, George; we have to solve it. And we can, if you’ll help.”
Running a beefy hand through his thick mop of red hair, Big George said, “You’re gonna need a techie team to do the integration job. There’s more to puttin’ this habitat of yours together than just connectin’ Tinkertoys, y’know. You’ll need a flock of geek boys.”
“That’s already in the cost estimate,” Fuchs replied.
George huffed a mighty sigh, then said, “All right, Lars, I’m in. I guess it would be pretty good to have a base out here in the Belt with some decent gravity to it.”
Fuchs smiled. “You can always have sex aboard your own ship.”
George grinned back at him. “Believe it, mate. Believe it.”
Fuchs went with George to the ship’s main airlock and helped the bigger man get back into his hard-shell spacesuit.
“They’re testin’ lightweight suits back at Selene, y’know,” he said as he slid into the rigid torso and worked his arms through the stiff sleeves. “Flexible. Easy to put on.”
“And the radiation protection?” Fuchs asked.
“Magnetic field surrounds the suit. They claim it’s better’n this stuff.” He rapped his knuckles against the torso’s cermet carapace.