“Even if you don’t like it here, where’re you gonna go?” Symington said with a nervous laugh. “Australia? They’ve got an energy shortage there too, probably.”
Green ignored him and turned to Hawker. “What about you, Hawk?”
Hawker scarcely had to think. “I’m with you, Dave. You know that.”
“Hey, you two aren’t thinking of going through all that again, are you?”
Green blinked and looked back at Symington. “Why not? It’s the easy way out of here, isn’t it?”
“We’ve hardly even seen what the world has to offer—”
“I have, and I’m not buying. There’s no place for us here, Lucky. We’re souls out of time, floating where we don’t belong and unable to settle because we clash with the furniture.”
“You think it’ll be any better next time? Look how much trouble we’re in after just twelve years.”
