“It’s like a city, then?”
“Yes,” Hjalmar said.
There was a cluster of carts in front of him, piled atop each other as if someone had tried to wall this part of the corridor off. Hjalmar looked it over, his light playing over wheels and fenders and seats. Rabia glanced back the way they had come. She couldn’t see the airlock door anymore, but she judged that they had come several stories underground down the long sloped tunnel.
“We might have to find another way,” Hjalmar said. Rabia turned back to the roadblock. She couldn’t see an opening either.
“Can’t we move a few close to the top? They weigh quite a bit less here on the moon than what we’re used to.”
“But the mass is still the same. They’re bulky.”
“We could work together.”
“If we lose control... getting hit by one of those is
