"Oh, that's right. I've been forcing some Venerian puffers and scent flowers, and raised the radiation level ten decibels. They always do well under a strong sun, you know." She left his arm and moved to a control panel beside the entrance to the elevator. She manipulated something and the sun dimmed a little. "There," she turned around. "Better?" Mark looked at the landscape, then back to her. He grinned. "Too much light." "Oh you--" she murmured. She touched the controls, and the sun disappeared, being replaced by a huge, mellow moon that sailed majestically on the simulated horizon. It was impossible to tell it from the real thing. "How's that?" "A little dark." Ignoring his comment, she came back and took his arm, and they went strolling across the flowers and grass. "Don't you like my moon, Mark?" "Sure. It's fine. Sort of aphrodisiac, of course, but--" "Isn't that what it's for?" Jennette asked innocently. "I dunno. I never had a moon." "Let's sit down here," she said abruptly. * * * * * They were eating pomegranates, biting briefly into them and sucking on the sour juices. The moon had risen higher during the past hour, becoming a little smaller in appearance. It was a peaceful, contemplative scene. Jennette snuggled up against Mark, thoughtfully tracing a design with fruit juice on his arm. "This is fun," she said softly. "So much more fun than the usual things a person has to do." "Mmmm?" "Oh, you know. Checking reports from the factory, making sure there is plenty of ammunition all the time, pestering the body manufacturers so you'll always have something decent to wear. Always watching or somebody will sneak in and blow up part of your shelter." "Yeah. Well, guess that's life." Jennette sighed and picked up another fruit. "It gets so tiresome, always having to keep on the look-out and fighting people. Don't you get bored by it." "Sure, sometimes. It's gotta be done though. Otherwise you couldn't tell what might happen." "Mark--" Jennette said hesitantly. "Yes?" "Mark, would you shoot me if you found me outside your shelter?" She looked coyly up at him. "Well, sure, unless you had a proper, government-authorized permit to be there." Mark turned astonished eyes on her. "What else could I do?" "Oh, but you _know_ I wouldn't do anything to harm your place." "Aw, Jennette," Mark said uncomfortably, "of course you would. Anybody would. If people started acting like that, the whole balance would be upset." She gently stroked his arm where the fruit juice had dried. Her face crinkled up and she giggled. "Maybe you just don't know me." "Let's talk about something else," Mark suggested. "What's the matter? Do I shock you?" Mark laughed and brushed his lips against her shoulder. "I'm pretty hard to shock. Especially by you." "See?" she replied archly. "You're just as anti-social as I am." Mark's face clouded. "It's nothing to brag about, though."