"You know what I mean.  All those bomber fuselages, detonation systems, and missile casings that get built here, and shipped to low earth orbit.  Let's not pretend we don't know what they're for."

"So?" Anya said sweetly.  "We live in the real world, we're none of us naive enough to believe you can have governments without armies.  Why is it worse that these things are being built here rather than elsewhere?"

"It's the short-sighted, egocentric greed of what we're doing that gripes me!  Have you peeked out on the surface lately and seen the way it's being ripped open, torn apart and scattered about?  There are still places where you can gaze upon a harsh beauty unchanged since the days our ancestors were swinging in trees.  But we're trashing them.  In a generation, two at most, there will be no more beauty to the Moon than there is to any other garbage dump."

"You've seen what Earthbound manufacturing has done to the environment," Anya said.  "Moving it off the planet is a good thing, right?"

"Yes, but the Moon--"

"Doesn't even have an ecosphere.  There's nothing here to harm."

They glared at each other.  Finally Hiro said, "I don't want to talk about it," and sullenly picked up his cards.

Five or six hands later, a woman wandered up and plumped to the grass by Krishna's feet.  Her eye shadow was vivid electric purple, and a crazy smile burned on her face.  "Oh hi," Krishna said.  "Does everyone here know Sally Chang?  She's a research component of the Center for Self-Replicating Technologies, like me."

The others nodded.  Gunther said, "Gunther Weil.  Blue collar component of Generation Five."

She giggled.

Gunther blinked.  "You're certainly in a good mood."  He rapped the deck with his knuckles.  "I'll stand."

"I'm on psilly," she said.

"One card."

"Psilocybin?" Gunther said.  "I might be interested in some of that.  Did you grow it or microfacture it?  I have a couple of factories back in my room, maybe I could divert one if you'd like to license the software?"