INTERLUDESThe process was indeed painless and seemingly instantaneous. Scarcely had Hawker stepped into the scanner when he found himself lying in a small tub of liquid. It was a bad disorientation, to be standing one moment and lying down the next; he gasped, and accidentally swallowed some of the salty water around him. He choked a bit, just as two men grabbed his arms and helped lift him out of the tank. Something felt odd about him. His stomach was queasy, and his body felt extraordinarily light. “I think there’s something wrong with me,” he managed to gasp between chokes. “I feel kind of funny.”
“Perfectly normal,” one of the men replied. “You’re on the Moon now.”
He was led into a room with other resurrectees, without being given much chance to think about the predicament. His step
