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The Moon Platoon
Jeramey Kraatz
They’re not on Earth anymore. And they’re not alone…An action-packed, high-stakes new adventure series for fans of Rick Riordan and STAR WARS.In the year 2085, Benny Love is pretty used to surviving on what he and his family can scavenge on Earth. But when he wins a scholarship for a life-changing trip to visit the Lunar Taj, the first-ever resort on the Moon, Benny thinks he finally has a chance to give his family a better life.Benny can’t wait to fly his very own Space Runner, practice reverse bungee jumping, and explore craters on the dark side of the Moon. But he gets more than he expected when he and the other kids discover the Moon has secrets no one else knows about. Benny is a long way from home – and soon there might not be an Earth to go back to, unless they can find a way to defeat the oncoming alien invasion…








First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2017
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For anyone who has shot for the Moon,
ended up in the grass, and tried again.
Contents
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Dedication (#u335fb4fb-b7e5-5732-bb85-5157fc75b7e2)
Prologue
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Congratulations, 2085 Scholarship Winner! (#ue42fd947-824a-5259-8944-55775bef9441)
On behalf of the Elijah West Scholarship for Courage, Ambition, and Brains (EW-SCAB), I am pleased to inform you that, out of the millions of applications we received this year, you have been selected to receive an all-expenses paid two-week trip to the Lunar Taj – the galaxy’s first (and only!) off-world resort. Located on five hundred acres of prime Moon real estate overlooking the Sea of Tranquility, the Lunar Taj offers countless opportunities for adventure, including zero-gravity sports, scenic Space Runner treks across the dark side of the Moon and access to the latest in cutting-edge virtual reality technology. Ever wonder what it would be like to play weightless basketball? You’re about to find out! Itching to explore craters no human has ever set foot in? Join one of our off-resort expeditions! There may even be an opportunity to meet the legendary adventurer and inventor Elijah West himself!
And, of course, the fun doesn’t stop on the Moon: upon completion of your two-week holiday, you’ll receive an EW-SCAB trust fund of one million US dollars!
To begin the enrolment process, we’ll need a biometric signature from your parent or guardian. In addition, please upload heat-scan measurements so we can begin work on your custom-made space suits right away! Don’t delay – your Space Runner will be launching soon!
Congratulations on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity,
Pinky Weyve
Executive assistant to Mr. West

ABOUT THE SCHOLARSHIP
Since 2080, Elijah West – philanthropist, innovator, and Time’s Man of the Millennium – has opened the doors of his preeminent Lunar Taj to the best and brightest of Earth’s youth. Recipients of the EW-SCAB have gone on to earn early acceptance to top-tier universities, find success in burgeoning Space Runner racing leagues and even land coveted positions as full-time staff members at the Lunar Taj. Despite the amount of entries received every year, Mr. West alone selects each scholarship recipient.


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Benny Love was three-quarters of the way to the Moon when he discovered his holographic spider was missing.
“Aw, man,” he murmured into his open rucksack, “I had such big plans for you!”
He’d been practising with the spider for the better part of a year. Or, more specifically, mastering the controls of the tiny hover-mech that flew around projecting the arachnid onto whatever surface Benny saw fit – most of the time someone’s shoulder or the ceiling of his family’s RV in the middle of the night. He was good at it, and had hoped to show off his skills by pranking some of the other scholarship winners. So much for that idea. He wondered which of his little brothers had swiped the spider from his bag the night before, because he definitely remembered packing such vital gear. They were probably playing around with it now, getting sand in the hover-mech’s delicate parts. He made a mental note to figure out a way to repay them when he got back to Earth. Maybe with a terrifying story about the three-headed child-eating aliens he encountered at the Taj, or by infecting them with an incredibly contagious case of imaginary lunar flu.
He tried not to dwell on the spider and instead looked out of the passenger window just in time to see a satellite fly by – a shining speck against the black backdrop of space that quickly disappeared among the pinpricks of stars located light-years away. He glanced at the readouts on the dashboard. His Space Runner was travelling at just under fifty thousand miles per hour.
Benny was a very long way from home.
He hadn’t quite wrapped his head around the fact that he was riding in a car capable of blasting off from Earth and travelling to the Moon. A luxury vehicle sleeker than any sports coupé ever imagined, crammed full of next-generation artificial environment systems and touch-operated holoscreens and powered by one explosive gravity-manipulating fission hyperdrive under the hood. A total beast of a machine. It was the type of car Benny had seen in ads and news stories on his HoloTek datapad but never in person. At least, not until today. Certainly it wasn’t the type of vehicle he’d thought he’d ever have a chance to ride in. His caravan back on Earth – like every other roaming pack of cars and mobile homes in the Drylands – was made up of sand-battered rust-buckets cobbled together from bits and pieces of old wrecks and whatever salvageable parts the members of his group had come across in their travels. The RV that he and his brothers and grandmother lived in was so old that it ran partially on fossil fuels.
And yet, here he was. Not only was he riding in a Space Runner, but he’d probably get the chance to meet the person who’d invented them eight years ago. Elijah West. Benny had read all about him online. The man was an adventurer who’d redefined space exploration. Who drag raced across Mars on weekends. Eccentric, certainly, and maybe even a little crazy (he did live full-time on the Moon and, according to some reports, spent millions of dollars a year having cargo ships full of his favourite fizzy drink shipped to the Taj).
But he was also the world’s biggest philanthropist. The fact that Benny was currently shooting through space and would have an unfathomable amount of money waiting for him when he came back to Earth was proof enough of that. Benny had never met Elijah, but the man had already shaped his future. The EW-SCAB trust fund he’d come home to in two weeks represented more than just the latest datapads and hologram tech. A million dollars wouldn’t make him rich compared to a lot of people, but it was the promise of a real home, a way out of the Drylands and all the dangers and struggles he and his family faced in the desert wastes that had once been the West Coast of the United States.
In fact, Elijah’s very existence was kind of comforting to Benny. Every biography or profile of the trillionaire mentioned that he’d been born with nothing and became the mogul he was today because he simply refused to believe in limitations. That anything was impossible. Late at night, when Benny told his little brothers that they wouldn’t have to live in the Drylands forever, it was Elijah he was thinking about.
Benny tossed his rucksack to the floor and dragged his hands across the front of his space suit a few times, trying to wipe off the dust and grit he’d got on him while rummaging through it – nothing from the caravan was ever really clean, no matter how often you washed it. Eventually he just accepted that he’d be a little dirty when he got to the Taj, and propped his feet on the dashboard. The shiny black surface under his boots lit up in a flurry of colours and holograms. He realised his mistake a split second before a mixture of drums and instruments that sounded like laser pistols blared through the cabin. He bolted forward and tapped at what he thought might be an off-button, but that just caused the lights inside the vehicle to pulse along with the thumping bass.
All the noise woke Drue, the kid in the seat next to him. The first thing Drue had done when he met Benny was claim the pilot’s chair, even though the trip to the Moon was completely automated by an onboard guidance system. Then he’d fallen asleep before their Space Runner took off. He’d stayed that way, mouth open and head lolling back and forth, for the past few hours. Not that Benny really minded. It gave him a chance to quietly stare out at the stars and the forty-nine other gleaming Space Runners holding the rest of the scholarship winners that were all heading towards the Moon like a fleet moving in for invasion.
“Aren’t we there yet?” Drue asked, blinking sleep away. He didn’t wait for Benny to respond. “Ugh, why aren’t we moving faster? What’s the point of having a hyperdrive if they aren’t going to push it?” He leaned forward and drew a half-circle anticlockwise on the dashboard in front of him, the blinking lights reflecting off the gold buttons on the cuff of his space suit. The music died down to a faint pulse.
Benny watched this carefully. He wasn’t sure what Drue’s deal was, but there was something about him that seemed off. Maybe it was the way his brown hair was so perfectly slicked over to one side, unlike his own black hair that usually stuck out in all directions thanks to a mixture of sweat and dust. Or maybe it was Drue’s space suit. Benny’s had been made for him by the people at EW-SCAB – close-fitting, dark blue coveralls made out of some rubbery, radiation-blocking substance. A thick band around the collar contained an emergency force-field helmet and oxygen supply, should he find himself outside of the artificial atmosphere of the Taj. His last name was stitched in silver over his heart. It was the first brand-new piece of clothing he could remember getting in years – not counting the stuff his grandmother made for him – and the same suit everyone else had been wearing before take-off. Except Drue’s. His suit was just a little bit shinier, and his last name, Lincoln, was spelled out in gold on his left chest pocket. It looked expensive. Like something Benny would be thrilled to find in an abandoned farm or town back on Earth because he could probably trade it for a decent hover-scooter, or at least new tyres for his dune buggy.
Drue looked at the dirt smudged across Benny’s space suit and crinkled his nose.
“What have you been doing while I was asleep?” he asked.
That’s when it clicked – Drue looked at him like a lot of people did on the rare occasions when the members of his caravan would buy supplies in the cities bordering the Drylands. Such places had grown more and more overcrowded and expensive as the ongoing drought forced people to abandon their homes and move further east. Those who could afford to live in the cities didn’t seem to want people like him and his family hanging around for too long. He could tell that from the way they avoided eye contact or clutched their bags close when he walked by. On a few occasions, shop owners had even told him that he should go back to the desert if he didn’t have any money to spend.
“Nothing,” he said to Drue, crossing his arms over the front of his suit. “Just trying to remind myself that this is real. I can’t believe I’m about to be on the Moon. Have you heard of the reverse bungee jumping they have at the Taj? Where they tie you to a Moon rock and then shoot you into space?”
Drue just shrugged.
“It’s cool, I guess. The first time is fun, but after that it’s just OK because there’s not really a lot for you to look at from that high. The Moon’s actually kind of ugly up close.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Benny said, shaking his head and raising his hands in front of him. “You mean you’ve been up here before?”
“Sure. Last summer. I told them they should add jet packs to the bungee jumping if they really wanted to make it worth doing.” Drue smirked. “The best part of the trip, though? I totally shook Elijah West’s hand.”
Benny narrowed his eyes. One of the few rules in the scholarship application was that the recipients should be kids aged eleven to thirteen who might not have the chance to visit the Moon otherwise (which, Benny understood, was a really nice way of saying that the EW-SCAB was charity and not for someone rich enough to actually visit the Lunar Taj with their own money).
Drue leaned back in the driver’s seat and put his feet up on the locked steering yoke in front of him. “This time I want to go inside Elijah’s private garage. I hear there are all sorts of Space Runner prototypes hidden away in here. I’m hoping he’s got something more like a motorcycle with a hyperdrive. Super fast. Sleek. Now that I would get pumped about.”
“I’m pretty into ATVs. Maybe he’s got something like that.”
Drue let out a snort. “If Moon buggies excite you, you’re going to have the best time of your life.” Drue’s eyes lit up a little as a smile spread across his face. “You’re lucky you got assigned to my car. Stick with me and I’ll show you the good life. You’ll have a great time! Trust me.”
“Can’t wait,” Benny said, not sure if that was the best or worst choice he could make. It didn’t matter, though. He was stuck in the Space Runner for the time being. Plus, there was something else on his mind. “So … what’s Elijah West like?”
“He’s seriously the most awesome guy in the universe,” Drue said. He shook his head a few times, like he couldn’t believe such a person really existed. “I mean, I only got to say a few words to him, but I feel like we made a connection. Did you know that after inventing the Space Runner, he took it out himself on a test run because he wanted to be able to say that he was the first person who drove a car into space, even though it was crazy dangerous? And when he was overseeing the building of the Lunar Taj, a bunch of businesses offered to give him a ton of money for a stake in it, but he spent his own fortune so he could have full control over the place? Also, did you know that he’s trying to figure out how to turn the rings of Saturn into a race track? That dude is cooler than anyone alive. Or dead, probably.” Drue let out a long breath and closed his eyes. “When I’m a trillionaire, I’m driving a different Space Runner every day.”
Benny caught his own reflection in the shiny black dashboard and realised that a huge, goofy grin had taken over his face. He was so close to the Taj. Soon, he was going to be walking on the Moon.
“So, it’s not weird being there, right?” he asked. “It just feels like Earth? Because I heard that one tiny hole in the Grand Dome around the Taj would mess up the pressure inside so badly that it could suck your brain out of your nose.”
Drue’s right eye cracked open, staring at Benny.
“Uh, not true. The artificial atmosphere isn’t that strong. Plus, the whole resort is actually encased in a gravity force field. Who told you that?”
Benny shook his head. “Actually, that might be something I told one of my dumb brothers to scare them. I spent a lot of nights this week telling them about imaginary space wars to get them to stop complaining about me getting to go on this trip.”
“You’ve got brothers?” Drue asked.
“Two, yeah. You?”
“None. I’m an only child.”
Benny was not surprised. He’d only known Drue a few hours, but he didn’t exactly seem like the sharing type.
“Probably pretty quiet around your house, then,” he said. “Not like mine.”
“Yeah,” Drue said. “My parents like it that way. It’s, you know, the first thing they tell new nannies. Or tutors. Or whoever. They don’t even like me to invite people over. If there were more Lincoln kids running around, we’d probably all end up at boarding school.”
As Drue spoke, his smug smile drooped into what was almost a frown. Benny was trying to figure out what question to ask next – as well as wrap his head around the fact that Drue had nannies and tutors while he was the one who was basically in charge of his brothers most of the time now that his dad was gone – when Drue groaned and let his head fall against the thick glass that separated him from the cold expanse of space.
“This is so dumb. I can’t believe my father made me leave all my gaming implants at home. What am I supposed to do for a whole five-hour trip to kill time?”
“I don’t know.” Benny offered, “Look at the stars?”
Drue rolled his eyes.
“I could do that at home. At least there I’ve got telescopes.”
Benny really wished he had that holographic spider.


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As they neared hour five of their journey, Benny caught sight of a shining dot on the surface of the looming Moon: the Lunar Taj. His thumping heart might as well have been powered by a supercharged hyperdrive engine.
The Taj was not the only thing to blame for this. Benny was starting to worry that Drue might get them killed before they even landed.
“Maybe I can pry this loose and we can take this thing out for a real joyride,” Drue said through clenched teeth as he tried to wrench the Space Runner’s flight yoke out of its locked position.
“Uh …” Benny said. “Should you really be pulling on that?”
“Don’t tell me you’re scared.” Drue’s face was starting to turn red from exertion. “Trust me, I know what I’m doing. Don’t you want to be the first person to carve your name into the surface of Mars or something?”
“How would we do that?” Benny asked, but it was obvious that Drue wasn’t listening. He made a final desperate pull, only to end up losing his grip and crashing back into the pilot’s seat.
There was a heaving sound from behind them.
Benny had almost forgotten the third member of their party. He and Drue turned, peeking over their headrests at the girl in the back seat. Her freckled skin had an almost greenish cast to it.
“Hey,” Benny said. “Are you OK?”
“Negative, flyboy,” the girl replied in a chirping, clipped tone. She put her hands on the back of her head, burying her fingers in the reddish-blond hair that was pulled off her forehead with what looked to Benny like a piece of twisted silver wire. “Girl down. Out of commish. Max sploitz.”
Drue cocked his head to one side. “Are we sure that’s English?”
“Sounds like she’s talking in robot,” Benny said.
“Newbz,” the girl muttered.
Her suit said “Robinson”, but her first name was Ramona. Or at least, Benny was pretty sure that was right. She’d been jabbering quite a bit before take-off, not to him or Drue but to the various electronics she’d brought with her. Benny thought her accent was British, but based on the gibberish she spouted he couldn’t be sure. Since blast-off, though, Ramona had hardly said a word. As far as Benny could tell she’d spent most the flight with her head between her knees, braced for a crash landing.
There were only supposed to be a hundred EW-SCAB winners. Benny’s invitation had said so. Yet when the transport dropped him off at the launch site earlier that morning and he saw the rows of fifty shining Space Runners for the first time, the adults in charge mentioned that there would actually be a hundred and one kids going to the Moon. Benny had been assigned to the vehicle with an extra kid in it. As he watched Ramona reach for a sick bag with shaking hands, he worried that his Space Runner assignment and the missing spider were bad omens for what the rest of his visit to the Moon was going to be like.
Drue leaned closer to Benny. “If she pukes, I’m flushing her out of the emergency airlock.”
Benny chuckled until he heard Ramona groan while wrapping her arms around her stomach. Then, feeling a little bad for her, he turned back around in his seat. In front of them, the Moon was getting larger by the second. Drue tapped on a few of the dashboard displays. Benny watched his fingers fly over the screens, adjusting the cabin lights and air-conditioning. He seemed right at home in the Space Runner.
“No point in going back to sleep, I guess,” Drue said. “We’re only a few minutes from descent.”
“Have you done sims for this or something?” Benny asked.
Drue shrugged.
“I have a few, but I never play them. My father has one of the first Space Runner models, so I’ve ridden around in it a little bit. They’re pretty easy to handle once you get out of the atmosphere.”
Benny’s forehead scrunched up as he considered this, trying to figure out how someone whose family owned a Space Runner ended up winning an EW-SCAB. Perhaps Drue was just lying about his previous visit to the Taj and everything else. Or maybe he was a spoiled kid who lived in a shining tower in one of the luxury buildings for the richest of the rich that had sprung up when the cities began to be overrun with drought refugees.
“So, what was your application vid like?” Benny asked, thinking this might get him some answers. “Why do you think Elijah picked you?”
Drue shrugged. “I bet he saw some of himself in me. An adventurer. Brave, smart – a young Elijah! What about you?”
“Well, some of it was of me pulling tricks in my dune buggy,” Benny said, grinning. “I got my hands on a floating GoCam for a few days and it caught me doing all sorts of flips and stuff out in the desert. You should have seen the height I got on some of the jumps. It was insane. Then this kid got separated from our caravan, which was really sad and all but I—”
“Wait,” Drue said, jutting his head forward, one eye narrowed and the other opened wide. “Did you say ‘caravan’? Like, one of those groups of homeless people who live in what used to be California and Nevada and stuff out west?”
“Well, yeah,” Benny said, the excitement fading from his voice. “But we’re not homeless. We just … camp a lot.”
Drue’s expression twisted for a moment. Then he shook his head and opened his mouth a few times like he was going to say something, but only air escaped. Benny reflexively wiped his hands across his space suit, trying to knock any extra dirt off it. He felt his cheeks burn, and another, different heat rising inside him. Drue was again staring at him with a mixture of pity and disgust. Benny had seen that look countless times, sometimes even from members of the caravan – newcomers who had been driven out of the cities because they couldn’t afford it any more, just like Benny’s family had been when he was a little kid. They’d hated the canned food or how they weren’t allowed to shower or take a bath because it wasted water, having to rely on old baby wipes instead. Mostly they complained about how boring caravan life was. Benny’s dad had been quick to tell him to be patient with these new recruits. He’d said their attitudes were just to hide how scared they were and that with time they’d come around. Not all of them did.
His dad had always looked for the good in people. It was something Benny had always loved about him. He’d never even heard him say an unkind word about his mother, even though she’d walked out of their apartment one morning when they were still living in the city and never come back.
Though, now, Benny couldn’t help but wonder if his dad maybe should have been more cautious around people. Then he might still be alive.
Benny glanced into the back seat to see if Ramona had anything to say about their conversation; she’d plugged her ears with wireless headphones and was sprawled out with one arm over her eyes. So he tried to follow his dad’s advice and give Drue a chance. He kept talking.
“Anyway, this kid, right? He got separated from the caravan. He was little, five or six, and you don’t survive out in the desert very long if you can’t take care of yourself or don’t have any water. I took an ATV out and found him. The GoCam caught all of it. Me picking him up in my buggy and everyone all excited when I got back and stuff. I think it made for a good vid. The aerial shots of us returning were pretty impressive.”
“Wow,” Drue said. “Lucky for you, I guess. Did they give you a medal or something?”
“No, it wasn’t about …” Benny started. “In the caravan we all try to look out for each other. It’s how we survive.”
There was more in the application that Benny was leaving out – things like him helping others fix up their trucks and trailers, and teaching his younger brothers how to accelerate in the desert sand without digging themselves into a rut – but he didn’t think Drue would be too impressed by all that. And there was another thing, too: the ending of the video, the last thing he filmed before sending it off to the EW-SCAB committee.
But that was personal.
Drue was quiet for a few seconds as he cracked his knuckles. Finally, he weighed in. “No offence or anything, but living in an RV in the Drylands sounds terrible. No wonder you’re so excited about space. Maybe you’ll luck out and get to stay at the Taj and then you can kiss the Drylands bye-bye.” He flashed a grin. “You can have a room next to mine. I’m going to be the newest member of Elijah’s Pit Crew.”
“Yeah,” Benny said, trying to keep his cool in front of someone who’d just called his entire life terrible. “You and every other EW-SCABer thinks that. Right?” He motioned back to Ramona, who hiccupped – though he wasn’t sure if this was a response or just a coincidence.
It was common knowledge that a few kids each year had been invited to stay at the Lunar Taj as permanent residents and pupils of Elijah West and his staff. Though no one really knew how these kids were chosen, it was rumoured that from the time you got into your Space Runner on Earth, you were being watched closely. And while a dozen EW-SCABers had stayed on the Moon since the scholarship was founded, only five were considered direct apprentices to Elijah himself: his elite Pit Crew. One person from each year had been given this honour – the exception being the previous year, when twins from Tokyo had accepted Elijah’s invitation.
“Come on,” Drue said. “Like you’re not trying for a spot on the Crew, too?”
“Nah,” Benny said. “What would I do when it’s just super-rich people at the resort all the time? Besides, my family’s back on Earth.”
Drue let out on laugh. “You’re nuts, man. But it’s probably for the best. I’ve got a lock on that spot.”
Benny leaned back in his seat, ignoring Drue. What would his family be doing without him, in their dirt-covered RV? His brothers were probably wrestling in one the bedroom in the back, that was barely big enough for a mattress, while his grandmother drove or worked on another of the multicoloured quilts she was always putting together in order to make their little home feel cosier. He hated to think of their cramped house on wheels while he was hurtling towards the most luxurious resort in the solar system, but he reminded himself for the hundredth time that day that he shouldn’t feel bad about it. After all, when he returned to Earth in two weeks, things would be different for all of them. They’d stop scavenging for water and resources and move into an apartment. They’d have space. They could have their own rooms. Maybe he’d even have enough money for an entire house. Maybe a place with enough land that the dozens of vehicles that made up their caravan could camp on the lawn.
Drue pressed more buttons on the Space Runner’s dash, changing the music. “This model does not have the upgraded sound package,” he muttered. “Weak.”
The Space Runner suddenly jerked and began to slow, causing a tingle to run from the top of Benny’s spine down into his gut and Ramona to pop up in the back seat, bracing herself as best she could.
“Error, error,” she murmured.
“What did you do?” Benny asked Drue.
“It’s so your first time in one of these.” Drue smirked. “We’re just slowing down for the final descent. You nervous?”
“Not at all,” Benny lied.
“It’s only the Moon,” Drue said, putting his hands behind his head. “Trust me: by the end of the second week you’ll be hoping for an alien invasion to keep things interesting.”
“Now that would be a story to take back to my brothers,” Benny said. “Maybe the news is wrong and there is intelligent life out there.”
It had been a decade since a deep space probe had found what scientists believed to be an abandoned alien outpost on Pluto. A few rock samples and tools were brought back to Earth by a collection bot, but it was widely believed by scientists that the place had been empty for millennia. Still, Benny reckoned that in the whole wide universe, there had to be other forms of life.
“Actually, I hope we’re the only smart species,” Drue said. “If not, then it’s only a matter of time before all the aliens out there on sad planets figure out that the Taj is the nicest place in the galaxy. Then it’ll be really hard to get into.”
Benny snorted. “True. I’ll be happy catching air in Moon buggies and exploring craters. And if I do somehow get bored, I’ll just pull some pranks with the voice modulator I brought with me from home.” At least his brothers hadn’t swiped that, too.
“Voice modulator, huh? Old school. But I can see where it could be fun.” Drue flashed a set of perfect white teeth. “Benny, I think you and I are going to get into a lot of trouble together.”


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The Lunar Taj was a brilliant red palace adrift in a sea of grey. From space, the five-hundred-suite compound looked like a W, the top of which butted up to a dark section of the lunar surface that Benny had read was called the Sea of Tranquillity. A tower rose from the centre of the building – the middle peak of the W. Huge, scalloped sheets of gold topped it, all layered over one another, as if the building was crowned in a fireball frozen mid-explosion. It was a popular rumour that this was where Elijah West’s private quarters were located because the man refused to sleep at a lower elevation than anybody else, though Benny wasn’t sold on this particular story. He liked to think that Elijah was the same kind of person his father had been – just much, much richer. His father had slept on the floor of the RV or sometimes on the ground outside, letting his boys take the one big bed in the back and Benny’s grandmother have the mattress in the alcove above the driver’s seat. He was the kind of guy who wouldn’t close his eyes for days if it meant that other people in the caravan could get some rest, and would chase the wildest leads in search of water, never giving up hope that tomorrow would be better. Always looking for an oasis in the desert.
Benny tried to live his life in the same way, believing that the future held great things for him and his family if they just worked hard enough. The EW-SCAB was kind of like their own unexpected oasis, he reckoned.
Inside the Space Runner, Drue pointed to a long chrome tunnel jutting out from one side of the transparent dome that was barely visible around the Taj.
“That’s where we’re headed,” he said. “And there’s another, smaller entry tunnel coming out of the garage – that building.”
He motioned towards a shiny cube beside the Taj that looked like a full stop next to the W.
“You should maybe brace yourself,” he continued. “This part can get kind of bumpy.”
Benny glanced back at Ramona, who made a noise that was part gasp, part burp as she tightened her seat belt around her waist. He clenched his jaw and tried to put on a brave face, partly to make her feel less afraid and partly to trick himself into not being concerned about turbulence or what landing would be like. He was good at that. In his twelve years on Earth, he’d made sure that his little brothers had never seen him look frightened or worried, even once. Even when they were running short on water or having trouble finding a part to get their RV running again. He’d become pretty good at pretending everything was always OK. It was only after his family had gone to sleep that he’d let himself be afraid of anything.
Through his window, Benny watched as the fleet of Space Runners holding the other EW-SCAB winners began to drift towards one another. They were definitely the shiniest cars Benny had ever seen, the outside made of a silver metal so polished and reflective that it almost looked as though they were comets flying through space. They continued to slow in speed, until eventually they stopped moving completely about a mile above the Moon’s surface.
“Ugh,” Drue said, reclining. “This is the worst part.”
Benny had just enough time to wonder if they’d stalled before all the vehicles were diving forward, heading towards the silvery tunnel. Benny gasped, goosebumps prickling all over his body as they sped towards the Moon’s surface. It looked to him like they were going to plough right into the ground. Fortunately, the Space Runners were precision vehicles, and just when Benny was sure they’d crash, the cars all pulled up, changing flight patterns like a flock of silver birds, until they floated a mere metre above the rock below as they raced into the tunnel connecting them to the Lunar Taj.
From the outside, the entrance had looked like nothing more than a long, shining chrome hallway. Inside, however, the walls were awash with a rainbow of colour, casting a kaleidoscope of reflections all over the Space Runner and its interiors.
“This is incredible …” Benny murmured as he held out his hands and watched the colours run over them.
Suddenly Benny’s gut felt like it was twisting into knots. He wrapped his arms around his stomach and leaned forward. That’s when his ears popped, and the roar of the vehicles vibrated in his head, escalating until Benny thought he could actually feel the sound.
Ramona let out a worried gurgle from the back seat.
“We’re entering the pressurised zone,” Drue said, stretching his jaw. “Don’t worry. We’re almost through already.”
Suddenly the colours and the roar were gone, and the Space Runners sped into the Taj’s courtyard: the Grand Dome. One by one the cars circled in front of the resort, giving Benny his first real look at where he’d spend the next two weeks. His eyes darted about, trying, impossibly, to take in everything at once. The Lunar Taj had looked like a W from space, but up close it was something else entirely, a playground of light and colour and shiny surfaces. The building itself was built out of a dark, gleaming red metal. Gold stairs led up to the chrome front doors, which were three metres tall, at least. The windows, too, were outlined in glittering metals. In fact, it seemed to Benny as if everything was ablaze with light, from the tower roof with its blooming sheets of gold to the spotlights casting projections of star systems onto the sides of the building, as if the resort itself were a secret galaxy all its own. On the ground, plants of unnatural colours blossomed in bejewelled pots: palm trees with electric blue fronds, metallic roses, shrubs made of neon.
The sight of the Lunar Taj was enough to cause him to forget about the popping in his ears and spinning in his stomach. In the back seat, Ramona muttered a string of indecipherable exclamations as she stared out at the sparkling building.
“Impressive, right?” Drue asked as he watched Benny shove his face against the car’s window. “I want a resort of my own like this one day. Built like a big L. No, no. All my initials. DBL spelled out across Jupiter.”
“Isn’t Jupiter mostly gas?” Benny whispered, not taking his eyes off the Taj.
“You know what I mean.”
The Space Runners lined up in five neat rows in the centre of the courtyard, near a big chrome statue of a hand reaching out of a pool of water, its fingertips almost grazing a solar system of gemlike planets orbiting it. Benny’s vehicle parked itself in the back corner. Once it had stopped and the doors unlocked, he took a second to catch his breath and then climbed out onto the inky black gravel. Ramona spilled out of the back seat, basically throwing herself onto the ground.
“Eagle has landed,” she whispered. “Environment stabilised. Stand by for system diagnostics.”
“Uhh …” Benny started, but she waved for him to leave her alone as she climbed into a sitting position, leaning against the side of the vehicle.
The other kids were exiting their Space Runners and gathering near the fountain in front of the resort. Benny hadn’t really met any of them back on Earth. In fact, half the Space Runners had taken off from different parts of the world and joined his group once they were already in flight. The scholarship winners came from all over the globe, sporting everything from shaved heads to waist-length braids woven with metallic thread, but they were all united in their awe of the resort in front of them.
Except maybe Drue, who pushed his floating travel bag around to the passenger’s side, stepped over Ramona’s legs, and put his hands on his hips.
“All right, let’s see what they’ve got lined up for us. I hope I’m on the top floor or else …”
His mouth hung open like he had something else to say, but no words came out.
“Drue, what are you—”
“Shhh, shh, shh, Benny,” Drue said, shaking his head and nodding forward.
It was only then that Benny realised Drue was looking at two girls unloading their Space Runner a few metres away from them. One was petite, with black hair cut into a short bob. The other girl was hoisting an overstuffed piece of luggage out of the back seat. A mountain of blond curls fell over her shoulders and added a few centimetres to her already impressive height.
“It just seems really … fragile,” the blonde said. “Like, I’m a little freaked out that some idiot is going to throw one of these rocks at it and then it’s bye-bye life because I’m sucked out into space.”
“The glass is really a secondary defence against the outside elements,” the other girl said. “Mostly for show. It’s not even glass, but a practically indestructible polymer created by Elijah and his researchers. Besides, if something did happen and the dome was breached, you’d need to be much more worried about all the oxygen getting sucked out, not you.”
The blonde girl frowned. “You’re not making me feel any better.”
Drue poked Benny with his elbow. “I think we just met our first Moon friend.”
“Let me guess,” Benny said. “The girl with the bag that looks like it’s about to explode?”
“Psh,” Drue scoffed, heading towards the girls. “Dream bigger, Benny.”
“Huh?”
But Drue was already several steps ahead of him. Benny followed, half because he didn’t know what else to do, and half because he figured there was a high probability that Drue was about to embarrass himself, and that he kind of wanted to see.
“Hey, there,” Drue said when he was just a couple of metres away from the girls. Both turned and stared back at him, confused. “I’m Drue Bob Lincoln.”
“I’m Jas—” the shorter girl began.
“Jazz.” He shoved his hand out. “That’s a cool name.”
She started to protest but he ignored her, turning to the blonde girl. “You?”
“Hot Dog,” she said flatly, raising one eyebrow and pursing her lips. “And you interrupted my friend here.”
The other girl glanced at Hot Dog as if surprised for a second, before turning back to Drue, her eyes penetrating, sizing him up.
“I didn’t mean to!” Drue said, flashing a smile at her. “Please, tell me more. Where’re you from?”
“My name is Jasmine,” she said. “Jasmine Wu. And, I’m sorry, did you say ‘Drue Bob Lincoln’? As in, the senator?”
Drue shrugged.
“Technically I’m Drue Bob Lincoln the third. The senator’s my father.”
Benny wasn’t exactly surprised about this news. It at least explained a lot of what Drue had said in the car. Neither of the girls seemed impressed, though, and as Drue winked at Jasmine, Benny wondered if it would be best to just slink away and abandon his travel mate.
“I noticed your necklace,” Drue continued, pointing to the gleaming silver charm around her neck, a stylised W breaking out of a triangle, with a small black diamond in the centre. It was the same design as the hood ornaments on the original Space Runners. “That …” Drue laughed a little, shaking his head. “What am I thinking? It’s not real, right? Elijah only had one hundred of those made for the original Space Runner engineers. I’ve been trying to track one down for years.”
Jasmine’s hand went up to the necklace, gripping it as she stared at Drue. “A senator’s son …” Her eyes narrowed a little. “You must be the reason there are a hundred and one of us and not a hundred,” she said. The look she gave Drue wasn’t a glare, exactly. More a combination of disappointment and disgust.
Drue straightened his back.
“I deserve to be up here just as much as you do,” Drue said.
“Right.” Hot Dog looked him up and down, nodding at his suit and floating luggage. “So you’re some rich kid senator’s son who decided he wanted a holiday. I hope you at least had to pay for your ride.”
Drue’s mouth hung open, but he didn’t seem able to form any actual words. As much as Benny was enjoying this, he thought he should introduce himself and maybe save Drue some face.
“Uh, I’m Benny. I was in the same Space Runner as Drue.” He pointed a thumb over his shoulder. “That’s Ramona on the ground. I think. She’s … interesting. So, you’re Jasmine and … Hot Dog? That can’t be your real name, right?”
“Of course not,” Hot Dog said.
“Where’d you get the nickname?”
She tossed her hair.
“Get me behind the wheel of a Space Runner and you’ll find out for yourself.”
“Uh,” Jasmine said, gesturing behind Benny. “Guys?”
Benny turned to find a vehicle unlike any he’d ever seen shooting into the Grand Dome from the entrance tunnel. It was a deep, shiny crimson and had a body similar to that of the Space Runner he’d just been in, only thinner. There was something else weird about the car, too. None of the Space Runners Benny had ever seen used wheels. On Earth, they floated above the streets just as easily as they did through space. Since the hyperdrives inside altered gravity and provided propulsion, there was no reason to include tyres in the design, except those that stayed up inside the car’s body and were deployed only in emergencies. But the Space Runner speeding out of the entrance tunnel had three black spheres on the bottom – two in the back, one in the front – rolling over the ground.
And it was rocketing straight towards them.
“Look out,” Jasmine shouted, jumping back and almost knocking Benny down.
As fast as the car was going, there was very little chance they could get out of its way in time. Still, Benny moved on instinct. In one swift motion he had grabbed Jasmine and Hot Dog’s arms and was pulling them away as Drue yelped for help.
Just as the vehicle was within a few metres of Benny and the others, it turned sharply and slid sideways. In the second before it should have crashed into them, there was a low thumping sound and a flash of light from underneath the car, and then it was in the air, rotating. Benny could swear he heard screaming from inside as it spun over his head.
The car flipped a few more times, clearing the lined-up Space Runners. It landed, twisted back to face its original direction, and then finally came to a complete stop directly in front of the steps leading up to the Lunar Taj.
“Dude!” Drue said, bolting towards the new arrival and leaving the others behind.
“You OK?” Benny asked the girls. He realised he was still holding their arms, and quickly let go, shoving his hands into the pockets of his space suit. Jasmine nodded warily. And Hot Dog just laughed for a second before darting off herself.
By the time Benny pushed through the crowds to get to the car, he found Drue wedged halfway underneath its bumper, scoping out the undercarriage. Hot Dog stood a couple of metres away from it, eyes full of admiration.
“This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” she said.
The passenger door opened, folding back and into the car as if the entire construction was an elaborate piece of metal origami.
“Ohmigosh,” Hot Dog whispered beside Benny, the syllables stringing together into one word.
A woman stepped out, wearing what appeared to be hundreds of draped layers of gauzy white fabric that made her look as if she was enveloped in a cloud.
“No way! Is that really her?” Hot Dog asked. Then she gasped, covering her mouth with both hands and muffling her voice. “Her hair’s metallic. And she’s got antigravity hair clips in! Look at it float! It’s like she’s underwater!”
The woman looked very, very unhappy.
“… drives like a maniac …” Benny heard her say as she stomped away from the car.
“Is she famous or something?” he asked.
“Uh, yeah.” Hot Dog’s eyes went wide. “She won the last season of Heart-throb or Hologram?!”
Benny looked back to the woman, who was now all smiles as she posed for pictures and holovids with some of the other kids who had definitely recognised her. In seconds, two fashionably dressed people darted out of the Taj’s front doors and were corralling all the EW-SCAB winners into one big photo opportunity.
Hot Dog started forward to join them, but stopped after a few steps, turning her attention back to the car. Meanwhile, Drue crawled out from under the Space Runner and started to walk around it, letting his fingers smudge the thin layer of Moon dust that had settled on the vehicle.
“This must be some kind of prototype,” he whispered in reverence. “Check out this paint job. I think those ghost flames are made of microscopic LED particles.”
He didn’t seem to notice the pilot’s side door folding open, but Benny did. A man stepped out, the gold tips of his black cowboy boots glinting as gravel crunched beneath his feet. Benny instantly recognised the guy’s trademark facial hair: a close-cut reddish-brown beard with three horizontal lines shaved into each side.
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Elijah West was barely out of the car before two people in matching black coveralls were by his side. Both of them had long, slender noses that looked as though they’d been broken and reset at awkward angles. The man was nearly two metres tall – a bald mountain. The woman was shorter and built sturdily, the kind of person Benny would have liked to have with him when lugging around scrap. She definitely wasn’t from the Drylands, though. The left side of her head was shaved, and the rest of her short, dyed-magenta hair was pushed to the right.
“She runs like a dream, but the acceleration’s got a ways to go,” Elijah said, taking off a pair of black driving gloves with gold studs on the knuckles. He tossed them and his keys to the big guy in coveralls. As he continued, the woman pulled out a HoloTek and made notes. “Let’s punch up the horsepower. The new wheels are better, but we’re going to need a different tread or more weight because I’m sliding all over the dust out there.” He pulled off a fur-lined coat to reveal a dark red space suit covered in intricate stitching that pulsed with light. “And the brakes are too sensitive. The whole driving experience is just a little too … smooth. I want to feel like I’m behind the wheel of a muscle car, not a luxury SR.”
“Maybe we should work on a motor and antigravity combo propulsion system?” the woman asked, not looking up from the screen.
Elijah smirked as he pushed a pair of aviator sunglasses to the top of his head to reveal big, hazel eyes.
“Now you’re speaking my language, Ash.”
“Bo and Ashley McGuyver,” Hot Dog whispered. “The best mechanics in the universe.”
Benny wasn’t sure if she’d been talking to him or herself. He was still in a state of shock. He’d been on the Moon for all of five minutes and he’d already nearly been hit by a car and was standing within a few metres of Elijah West. Fortunately, the Heart-throb or Hologram? celebrity and her assistants were still taking photographs with their backs to the courtyard, meaning most of the kids hadn’t realised Elijah was there.
“Good news,” Ash continued. She motioned to the bigger guy. “Bo’s finished retrofitting that Chevelle you had shipped up. She’s ready for a spin outside the resort whenever you are.”
A smile took over Elijah’s face. “I’ll take her out now.”
“Oh, no you don’t!” A woman’s voice came from somewhere behind Benny.
Elijah frowned – just for a flash. Benny turned around in time for a woman wearing a tailored pink suit to walk through him.
The chill that went down his back was so strong he thought for a second his knees might give out.
“Whoa,” Hot Dog said beside him. “Ghost woman on the Moon.”
But it wasn’t a ghost. Benny turned back around to get a better look at what he guessed was an incredibly realistic hologram, way more advanced than his spider back on Earth. There must have been a swarm of microscopic hover-mechs projecting her image from somewhere.
“Pinky,” Elijah said, his smile coming back, “why do you sound so upset? Don’t tell me Trevone’s been trying to hack you again. You know it’s only to look for flaws in your security.”
“I do not have security problems, thank you very much. Of course, you’d never know if I did because you had me muted.”
“You kept trying to get me to do things I didn’t want to.” Elijah shrugged. “Besides, you do have the capability to unmute yourself.”
Her hands curled into small, tight fists before motioning for Elijah to follow her away from the Taj and around one side of the fountain so they could talk more quietly – and so they wouldn’t be in the background of all the photos still being taken at the entrance. Benny crept around the other side of the big metal hand, trying to figure out where Pinky’s image was being projected from.
Pinky took a deep breath, tucked a strand of white-blond hair that had fallen out of her bun behind her ear, and continued. “I had to explain to three European royals, half a dozen internet TV egos, and the CEO of HoloTek Japan that they’d all have to leave in preparation for our scholarship arrivals without getting to talk to you in the flesh. Even though you’d apparently promised all of them that you’d see them off personally. If you had actually bothered to tell me you weren’t going to be here …”
“Relax, Pinky,” Elijah said. “I’ll handle everything. And besides, you were the one who suggested I take that woman out for a tour.”
“Yesterday,” Pinky said. “You were scheduled to take her out yesterday. And don’t think I didn’t see that you went on a short joyride instead of out to the see the old Moon landing site like you were supposed to.”
“Not short enough,” Elijah said, glancing over his shoulder. “If I had to listen to her talk about her burgeoning singing career any more, I’d have walked out of the Space Runner without a helmet on. Speaking of which, will you make sure she and her handlers are on the transport back to Earth with the last of the guests and seasonal staff in an hour?”
“Impressive tech,” Jasmine said from Benny’s left. He hadn’t even realised she’d come up beside him. The water in the fountain must have covered the noise of her footsteps.
“Yeah,” he said. “Impressive, angry tech.”
“At least the EW-SCABers got a few pics with her,” Elijah continued.
“Please don’t call them that,” Pinky said. “It sounds so disgusting.”
“What? I think it’s funny.”
“I don’t know why I even bother making schedules if you’re just going to ignore them.” Pinky sighed.
Elijah smiled at her. “You’re being dramatic.”
“No. Not yet, but I’m about to be. There’s something else. Take a look at the readings we’ve got from the deep space probes. I found some anomalies that at first we thought were solar winds but now … well, I’m not sure what they are.”
Elijah tapped once on a slim band wrapped around his right wrist, and a series of graphs appeared in front of him. They were made of light, but he swiped through them as if they were tangible.
“How is he doing that?” Benny whispered.
“Must be some kind of motion sensor,” Jasmine surmised.
With each swipe, Elijah’s eyebrows drew closer and closer together until finally they were almost touching. Benny watched the graphs pass by, but they might as well have been in a foreign language to him.
“You’re sure there hasn’t been an equipment malfunction?” Elijah asked. “These readings don’t make any sense.”
“All probes are functioning normally. I’ve triple-checked everything,” Pinky said.
“What is that?” Jasmine asked. She put one foot up on the side of the fountain to lean forward and get a closer look at the projections, knocking a few rocks into the water as she did so.
Elijah glanced over his shoulder and did a double take, pushing the charts out of the way with one wave of his hand.
“Jasmine Wu,” he said. He nodded to her necklace. “You got my gift. I’m glad.”
She froze, staring up at him.
“Y-you know who I am?” she stammered.
“Your suggested changes to our manufacturing process for hyperdrive engines increased productivity by three percent,” he said. “Of course I know who you are.”
“Technically it was a little less than three percent,” she murmured.
Elijah didn’t smile, exactly – it was more of a look of approval, Benny thought.
Drue was suddenly pushing past Jasmine and extending his hand to Elijah.
“Mr West. It’s an honour. You may remember meeting me last year. I just wanted you to know that—”
“I know who you are, though not because we’ve apparently met,” he said. Then he turned away from Drue and nodded to Pinky. “Prepare a report for me on these charts. I’ll review them before dinner.”
“Elijah,” she said, “there are guests waiting for you. The charts. Where are you—”
“They can wait, Pinky. Right now I’ve got a date with an American classic.”
And then he was heading towards big frosted-glass doors that led into the garage, Pinky and the McGuyvers trailing after him. Now, it was easy for Benny to see why he’d thought the building glowed from space: the exterior was covered in the same highly reflective metal as the Space Runners.
Benny looked at Drue, who was standing perfectly still, his hand held out even though Elijah was gone. Finally he let it drop, and his face softened a little. Benny saw something flash in his eyes. When he spoke again, he sounded friendlier. “So, Jazz, you really helped him overhaul his manufacturing?”
“It was nothing,” Jasmine said as she shoved her necklace inside her space suit, avoiding looking any of them in the eyes.
“Really? Because it sounded pretty impressive.”
“It was just a matter of having a specific outcome in mind and looking at all the possible ways I could get to it.”
“Wait,” Drue said. “Are you the person who suggested that they recycle the fission coolant to be used as secondary radiation shielding?”
Jasmine blinked, finally looking at him. “That’s right.”
“I’m glad they managed to find some people as smart as I am.” Drue grinned. “So, listen, next time you talk to Elijah, put in a good word for me, OK, Jazz? Tell him I’ve got a ton of great ideas.”
Jasmine just stared back at him.
Hot Dog raised an eyebrow, leaning towards Benny. “You spent the entire flight from Earth with him?”
Benny shrugged. “He was asleep most the time.”
By this time, the kids had all realised that Elijah was in the courtyard, and everyone was following him in a massive swarm, keeping a few metres of distance, as if they were afraid to get too close. He paused in front of the entrance to the garage, turning to the rest of the kids gathered behind him. Standing before Elijah in their matching space suits, Benny thought they looked kind of like a miniature army, ready to follow their beloved commander.
“Hello,” Elijah said with a bulletproof smile. “Welcome to the future.” His voice boomed through the courtyard, pumping out of hidden speakers. “I hope you’re all ready for an exciting life up here on the Moon.” And then his expression changed, for a moment looking somehow sad. “This year’s scholarship winners represent the most impressive applicants I’ve ever had the pleasure of welcoming to the Taj. I have such high hopes for all of you.”
He held out a hand, and the big man in coveralls gave him back his black driving gloves. Then Elijah turned and walked through the garage doors.
Drue, Hot Dog and Jasmine immediately turned their attention back to the custom Space Runner. Benny’s mind was still buzzing over the hologram technology he’d just seen. He’d known the Taj was full of electronic wonders, but to see them up close and in action was something he couldn’t have prepared himself for. He wondered what kind of holograms he might be able to design if he had access to that sort of tech. The insane pranks he could pull. Intangible zombies rising out of the football field to attack opposing teams. Holographic monsters waiting under his brothers’ bed. The stuff he had at home – the ramshackle machines and electronics that made up their caravan – might as well have been prehistoric in comparison.
Who needed spiders?
He tried to make a mental list of everything that had happened so far as he looked at the sky. Hundreds of thousands of miles away was Earth. His family. The Moon was sure to have all kinds of new experiences waiting for him, but part of the excitement was knowing he’d get to tell his brothers all about them when he got home. After all, they were the main reason he was up here in the first place – apart from the obvious excitement of going to the Moon. Their minds would be blown by the Space Runner trip alone, and he hadn’t even set foot inside the resort.
As he stared at the planet above him, Benny promised himself that he’d get at least one good adventure out of his time at the Lunar Taj. Something to share when he got back home. Maybe he’d even figure out a way to bring some of the magic back to Earth with him. Not just money. And something more meaningful than Moon rocks or holovids.


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“Ahem.”
The sound of a throat being cleared filled the Grand Dome. It took Benny a moment of looking around before he realised a man was standing behind a chrome podium beside the front doors of the Taj.
“Hello?” His deep voice boomed. “If I could have your attention.”
He snapped his fingers and his image was projected on either side of the Taj, nine metres high, at least. Even in the video Benny could tell that he was exceptionally tall and so thin that he wondered if the man simply floated away whenever he stepped out of the resort’s artificial gravity field.
“Gather round,” the man said, motioning for the kids scattered across the courtyard to come closer. He paused, looking up at his image on the side of the wall and taking a moment to smooth down the pointy beard on his chin, which was dyed the same minty green colour as his hair. “We’ll have plenty of time for meet and greets later, but we’ve got a schedule to keep. My name is Max Étoile. Once, I was talent manager to the stars, but now … now I live among them!”
He flung his arm dramatically towards the sky and stayed that way, frozen, for a few seconds before continuing.
“Life on Earth was glamorous, but when Elijah West offers you a spot managing the Lunar Taj, you don’t say no. Not that you’re our normal clientele. Let’s get you all accounted for so we can begin orientation. The first thing we’re going to do is get you set up with a new state-of-the-art Lunar Taj HoloTek that will guide you through the rest of your stay and give you your room and group assignments. If you’ll make your way inside in an orderly fashion, you can sign in at any of the guest check-in terminals using your biosignature and—”
The crowd of kids surged forward, pushing past Max and through the entry doors.
“An orderly fashion!” he said again, sighing into the microphone.
“Let’s go!” Drue shouted back to Benny before running forward.
Jasmine and Hot Dog started after him. Benny was at the tail end of the group, but he didn’t mind – it meant that when he stopped, breathless, inside the doors to gape at the main lobby of the Lunar Taj, there was nobody to run him down.
The lobby was four storeys high, with walls that were at first metallic blue but then began to shift, until Benny realised that the entire room was made up of screens slowly cycling through the colour spectrum. The floors were black marble, speckled with just enough gold leaf to make it look like he was standing on the night sky. On one wall hung a portrait of Elijah in a silver tuxedo. It must have been five times Benny’s height. Along another wall were framed paintings of speculative Lunar Taj designs and various blueprints. On the opposite end of the room, giant windows looked out onto the lunar landscape.
Benny walked up to one of the check-in terminals. A gold-framed sketch of what appeared to be a first-generation Space Runner hung above it. Elijah’s signature was at the bottom right corner, dated almost ten years ago. Benny would have been two years old when Elijah was drawing this. It was shortly before his father lost his job and his mother had left. Right before they’d been forced to leave their home and join the caravan because they couldn’t afford the rent any more.
A flash of light in front of him broke his train of thought. An outline of his body and heartbeat appeared on the wall, identifying him based on his unique biological signature.
“Check-in complete,” Pinky’s voice said. “Welcome, Benny Love, to the Lunar Taj. You’re going to have a great time. Please take your complimentary HoloTek for further information.”
A panel slid away on the wall, revealing a sleek rectangle that appeared to be made of glass or some kind of shiny plastic. The top left and bottom right corners of the device were edged in chrome. As he picked it up, the electronic screen powered on, and he realised that by pulling on the metal corners, the HoloTek could stretch instantly from a pocket-size gadget to a thirty-centimetre-wide tablet. It was the type of hyperfast computing equipment he’d always dreamed of owning but never could in real life.
Until now.
On the wall in front of him, he saw his heartbeat speed up before the image faded away.
“What room are you in?” Drue asked, coming up beside him. The boy was tapping away at his own HoloTek, hardly looking up at Benny.
“Huh?”
“Bottom right on your screen. What do you have?”
It was only then that Benny noticed a small red horse on his HoloTek. The numeral twenty-six was glowing on its side.
“Number twenty-six? A horse?”
“Horse here, too! But I’m number one.” Drue grinned. “Let’s go see what those girls got.”
He grabbed Benny’s sleeve and dragged him away from the wall, eyes scanning the crowds until he spotted his targets near the windows at the other end of the lobby.
“Hey, so what rooms are you girls in?” he asked as he approached. “This might shock you, but I got—”
“Drue, shut up,” Hot Dog said. “Look at this view.”
“Hey, I was just trying to—” Drue started.
“Whoa,” Benny said, interrupting him. Beyond the four-storey floor-to-ceiling windows in front of him, a swatch of carbon-coloured land extended for miles to the horizon, eventually giving way to a starry sky. It was so utterly still that for a moment Benny was sure he was looking at a high-definition picture. But he wasn’t. This was real.
“Mare Tranquillitatis,” Jasmine said, her voice breathy, barely above a whisper. “Also known as the Sea of Tranquillity.”
“It’s where Apollo Eleven landed,” Drue said. He pointed. “Look, you can almost make out the American flag, right by that glowing alien.”
“What?” Hot Dog asked, pressing her face up against the window. “Where?”
Drue snorted.
“He’s trying to be funny,” Jasmine said, glaring at him for a second. “The landing site is on the other side.”
Benny raised his hand to the glass, placing one finger on the point where the surface of the Moon and the sky met. The landscape seemed oddly familiar, not unlike that of the Drylands, just without wind blowing dust around everywhere. He wondered if he’d feel at home out there, too, racing across the grey plains.
“Barely into the first day and the resort is already getting gummed up by grubby little hands,” Max said from behind them, tapping one shiny purple shoe on the floor.
They all took a step back from the window.
“Pinky, get them to their rooms and arrange to have these windows cleaned as soon as everyone’s gone. Elijah may be treating this place like a sleepaway camp but it’s still a luxury resort.”
Pinky’s voice was then everywhere, reverberating through the lobby. Her image appeared on one of the walls. This time she wore a pair of glasses with thick black frames.
“Please note your room assignments on the bottom right corner of your new HoloTeks. Because of the number of scholarship winners this year, we’ve broken you up into four randomly assigned groups that you’ll stay in for the remainder of your visit. The teams will be led by members of Elijah’s Pit Crew, and will be staying on separate floors. Throughout the next two weeks, your team will be your family, and you’ll compete against the other groups in a variety of challenges. There may even be a special prize for the team who proves to be the most courageous, ambitious and brainiest.”
“This is it,” Drue said. “I bet this is how they’ll pick who gets to stay.”
“I’d better be on a good team,” Hot Dog said.
Benny glanced at Jasmine and Hot Dog’s HoloTeks. They both had horses as well. At least he’d already met a few other members of his group.
“Oh, man, I’ve gotta be on the Miyamura team. Please let me be on the Miyamura team,” Drue whispered. “Those twins are the fastest racers in the universe behind Elijah. I need to know their speed secrets.”
“I hope I’m with Trevone from the second EW-SCAB year,” Jasmine said. “He’s so smart. I read his interview in Lunar Wired last month and he’s just—” she blushed – “so interesting.”
“On the first floor we’ll have the Firebirds, led by Sahar Hakimi,” Pinky said. Sahar’s face appeared above the icon of a golden bird, tail feathers splayed out like flames. Her eyes were piercing, the same dark colour as the scarf wrapped around her neck and head.
“I tried to talk her into letting me drive her car when I visited the Taj last summer,” Drue said. “I thought she was going to break my face.”
“I hear she hardly says a word,” Hot Dog said.
“She doesn’t have to. Her eyes are very, uh, expressive. I could definitely tell what was going through her head that day.”
Benny had read that Sahar was from the Middle East and came from a caravan similar to his. They’d tried to cross a desert, but something had gone wrong along the way. They’d run out of water, or maybe it was petrol – Benny’d seen several versions of the story, but Sahar herself had never gone on record. All he knew for sure was that in the end, only she had emerged from the desert, barely alive. The next year, she’d gone to the Moon.
“On the second floor,” Pinky continued, “are the Chargers, led by Trevone Jordan.”
A blue lightning bolt appeared below Trevor’s photo.
“Of course,” Jasmine said quietly. “It’s his favourite colour.”
“The Vipers will have joint leaders – the Tokyo twins, Kai and Kira Miyamura – on floor number three.”
Drue looked back and forth between the red horse on the screen and the smaller one on his HoloTek.
“Crap,” he muttered.
“That means—” Benny started, but he was cut off by Hot Dog’s gasp.
“Finally, the Mustangs will be on the fourth floor, led by Ricardo Rocha,” Pinky said.
“The beast from Brazil!” Hot Dog half shouted. There were practically hologram hearts in her eyes. “The only person from the first scholarship year to be invited to stay on the Moon. Did you know he was living in an abandoned building and leading a street gang in South America before he got invited to the Taj?”
“It wasn’t a gang,” Drue said. “It was an amateur football team that ran drills in the streets. I don’t know how he was the one who got picked to stay up here. He’s not even a very good pilot.”
But Hot Dog either didn’t notice Drue was talking or didn’t care about what he had to say.
Pinky smiled. “Now, please make your way to the lifts at the back of the lobby and find your rooms. Simply place your hand on the door to unlock it – the room is already keyed to your unique biosignature. And once again, welcome to the Lunar Taj. I guarantee it’s an experience you won’t forget.”


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Benny stopped half a metre inside his assigned room. The rucksack he had slung over one shoulder dropped, hitting the floor behind him. He’d been expecting the place to be nice, but hadn’t really given a lot of thought as to what that might actually look like. And now he was here, standing in a suite that was at least ten times bigger than his RV on Earth. Everything was plush material and dark, polished metal, the walls a slate grey with thick red stripes shooting across the room. Huge pictures of distant planets and celestial bodies hung in metallic frames on all the walls except the furthest one, by the bed, which was just one big window looking out onto the Moon. There were multiple sofas, a small dining table, and—
There was a flicker of light a few metres away from him, and suddenly a woman with blond hair piled high on top of her head was standing beside a tufted chair.
“Hello there, Mr Love,” she said.
Benny took a step back, nearly tripping over his bag as he let out a string of half-words.
The woman smirked. “Sorry, I probably should have warned you before I appeared. We haven’t been officially introduced. I’m Pinky, the artificial intelligence who runs the Lunar Taj, and your personal concierge for the duration of your stay. We’ve found that our guests are much more comfortable being able to visualise the entity keeping their oxygen regulated and appointments in order instead of trusting a dismembered voice. And, as a privacy measure for our guests, my holographic form serves as a reminder that I’m not always watching or listening. I’m only present in your room when I’m here, if that makes sense. Do you understand, Mr Love?”
Benny stared back at her in silence.
“No one’s ever called me Mr Love before.”
“Would you prefer Benny?”
He nodded. Pinky smiled.
“All right, Benny. How about a quick tour?” She turned away from him, motioning to the kitchen at her left. “Against my nutritional recommendations, Elijah insisted that the pantries be stocked with all sorts of packaged snacks and pastries in addition to fruits and vegetables grown in our lower-level greenhouses.”
Benny made a mental note to fill his rucksack with anything left over on the last day – free souvenirs for his brothers.
Pinky continued, leading him deeper into the room.
“This wardrobe is full of custom-fit space suits and some casual clothing for downtime. Of course, that’s all yours to take with you in two weeks. This desk is equipped with a holosurface that can project three-dimensional images of the resort, your daily schedule, et cetera. Ah, and the entire wall across from your bed is a screen operated by your new HoloTek. You should find any sort of media you want streaming from our servers – music, videos, games. We have everything.”
“Everything?” Benny asked. He’d rarely been able to pick up enough of a signal to watch clips of cartoons whenever they were deep in the Drylands, and now he had anything he wanted at his fingertips, presented in trillions of ultradef pixels.
Pinky nodded. “If we don’t have it already, we’ll get it for you. Just say the word. Now, a next-gen gaming system is built into the server. You’ll find instructions on operating the holographic interface on your HoloTek, but there are a variety of controllers on the dresser should you prefer something a little more old-school. Apart from that, everything should be self-explanatory. Is there any way I can be of service now, before I go?” Pinky asked.
Benny could feel goosebumps prickling his arms underneath his space suit. He was pretty sure it wasn’t from the sight of the room alone.
“It’s kind of cold,” he said.
“The suite is set at an optimal temperature of twenty-one degrees Celsius,” Pinky said. Then she adjusted her glasses and bounced her head back and forth. “Of course, that’s probably a little chilly for someone coming from the Drylands.”
Benny felt warmer air blow across his face from a hidden vent.
Pinky continued. “This should be more comfortable, but if you’d like an adjustment, just let me know. All you have to do is say my name. Otherwise, please enjoy yourself.” She grinned, and then she was gone, blinked out of existence in an instant.
Benny stood still for a few moments, unsure of what to do first. Eventually he started walking around slowly, looking at all the shiny surfaces and electronics. Everything was so clean. He was almost afraid to touch anything for fear of getting grime on it. Despite all the amenities, though, the thing that he ended up focusing on was the kitchen sink. He stood in front of it, just staring for a while, before turning on the tap and taking a step back. For someone who’d spent most of his life in the desert searching for clean water, seeing a seemingly endless supply shooting out of the tap was almost as exhilarating as the high-tech electronics or the fact that he was on the Moon at all. He splashed his face, and then drank deeply from the stream – huge gulps that hurt his throat – before suddenly feeling guilty and turning it off. The tap seemed almost wasteful, too indulgent, though he assumed the water would be recycled somehow and that the people who normally visited the Taj were probably far less concerned with such things.
It didn’t take him long to unpack his stuff once he managed to stop gawking over his temporary accommodation. He didn’t have many belongings on Earth to begin with, apart from a handful of gadgets he’d either salvaged or traded for, and knowing that the resort was going to provide space suits, he hadn’t brought much in the way of clothes. He tossed a few ragged T-shirts in one corner and fished out the small voice modulator he’d packed and placed it on the bedside table. At least his little brothers hadn’t taken that. He pulled his beaten-up old HoloTek from his rucksack, the screen cracked and clouded with dirt that had somehow become embedded in the datapad, and then tapped on his shiny new device to start a data transfer, importing all his old files. After a few seconds, the transfer was complete, and he scrolled through some videos to make sure everything seemed in order. Most of them were outtakes from his scholarship vid. There was one, though, that looked unfamiliar. He checked the file’s info and found it had been created the day before. He tapped on it.
To his surprise, the video began to play not just on the HoloTek but on the wall across from him as well. His grandmother and two younger brothers sat inside their RV, threadbare curtains tacked up over the windows, dust motes floating in the shafts of light that poured through the many holes. Their faces were all smiles, blown up to huge proportions and illuminating Benny’s room.
“Hi, Benny!” all three of them said at once, waving. He wondered when they could have recorded this – maybe while he was out saying goodbye to the rest of the caravan.
“We wanted to leave you a surprise,” his grandmother said. “I hope you find this! Otherwise we messed up. Boys, tell your brother that you love him.”
Both his brothers rolled their eyes, putting up a fight for a few seconds.
“Just don’t forget about us,” Alejandro, the youngest, said.
“Sure, and bring us back some cool stuff.” Justin grinned.
“Oh, yeah, and we took your holospider out of your bag. If you want it back for your trip, tell us before you leave, OK?”
“And tell Elijah how cool I am. I’ll be old enough to apply next year!”
His brothers started to bicker over which of them deserved to go to the Moon before the other. Benny sat on the bed, his knees feeling wobbly. It made no sense, given the extreme luck he’d had in winning the EW-SCAB, but suddenly he kind of wished he were back on Earth.
Eventually, his grandmother turned the camera so that it focused only on her. She was all smiles, her darkly tanned flesh crinkling like raisin skin around her eyes.
“Your father would be so proud,” she said, tears threatening to fall at any moment. “You know that, right, Benicio?”
The video ended like that, with her frozen, staring into the camera, as if waiting for him to respond.
Benny set the HoloTek down and fished the last remaining item out of the bottom of his rucksack. A tarnished silver hood ornament in the abstract shape of a human. The figure appeared to be moving so quickly through the air that its body blurred, trailing behind it like wings or the tail of a comet. His father had pulled it off an old car he and Benny had found on a salvage trip one day when Benny was six or seven.
“See this?” his dad had asked. “This is like us. Always moving forward. We keep going, no matter what. We never give up.”
Benny brushed a piece of lint off the statue and put it on the nightstand beside his bed. It looked shabby in the high-tech room. Benny could relate.
He wasn’t surprised his brothers had taken the spider but left the hood ornament. The three of them might have spent a lot of their days pulling pranks on one another and fighting over toys or tech, but Justin and Alejandro both knew what that silver piece of metal meant to Benny. Each of them had mementos that the others knew were off-limits. Stuff from their father. Salvaged junk that meant the world to them. Now that their dad was gone, it was all they had of him other than their memories.
It hadn’t even been a year since he’d led a small team out into the Drylands in search of water. Only two people had returned. Benny’s father was not one of them. In the course of a day, the world as Benny knew it had ended.
Benny had already been filming for his EW-SCAB video when it happened – he had always planned to try for the scholarship. But he’d almost abandoned the application in the week following his father’s death. Part of this was because of sheer exhaustion. He spent all his time making sure his brothers were OK, talking to them or trying to distract them when tears cut streaks down their dust-covered cheeks. He tried to turn himself into a rock, stone-faced, promising them he’d never leave – another reason he almost gave up on the EW-SCAB. It was only at night that he let himself really think about his father, when he’d climb up to the top of the RV after everyone else was asleep and wonder how in the world they were going to survive without him. One night, he’d taken the hood ornament up to the roof and realised that his dad would have wanted him to apply. Of course he would have. He’d want Benny to keep fighting, keep trying for everything he yearned for in life. Always moving forward. Never giving up. And what Benny wanted more than anything was to help his family.
So he went for it. He poured every ounce of his heart into his application materials.
And somehow that had been enough to get him this far.
Now, with the hood ornament on his bedside table, he almost felt like his father had guided him there. And he knew that despite being away from his family right now, he’d be back soon. He’d take care of them. He’d be the kind of person his dad would have wanted him to be.


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A soft electronic ping sounded all around Benny’s suite, and suddenly the frozen image of his family was gone from the screen.
Pinky’s voice filled the room.
“Message received from Ricardo Rocha. Would you like to view it now?”
“Uh …” Benny said, jumping to his feet. “Yes?”
The Pit Crew member appeared on the wall, his chin held high, arms crossed across the chest of his dark red space suit.
“Greetings, Mustangs,” he said in a deep, slightly accented voice. “It’s an honour to have you on my team. Please join me in the common room at the end of the hallway near the lifts.” He set his square jaw, eyes staring straight into Benny’s. “Now.”
Benny immediately started for the door. There was something commanding in Ricardo’s voice – maybe because as the first Crew member he was almost five years older than Benny – that left no room for hesitation. The other Mustangs must have felt the same way, because by the time Benny got to the common room, they were almost all there, making small talk and comparing HoloTek apps as 3D images of red horses galloped or reared back silently along the walls. He spotted Hot Dog using her HoloTek’s camera to see herself as she fixed her hair. Ramona, unsurprisingly, had her face close to a screen as she lounged in a chair against one wall. Jasmine was on the other side of the room, leaning against a corner with her hands in her pockets as she stared at the floor.
Drue was standing near the door, talking to a girl Benny hadn’t met yet. He watched as she rolled her eyes and walked away from him, flicking two long dark braids behind her. Drue crossed his arms and made a face at her as she left, then scanned the room until he saw Benny. His eyes lit up as he waved him over.
Benny stood still for a second. There were a lot of other people he hadn’t met yet, but there was something about how frantically Drue motioned to him that made him feel like Drue needed him by his side. And Benny had to admit, even though Drue was kind of full of himself, there was something exhilarating about his confidence and energy.
“Who was that?” Benny asked as he approached.
“Just some girl named Iyabo. No one interesting.”
Benny guessed this really meant that it was no one interested in talking to Drue.
“I’ve been scoping out these losers and I’m pretty sure we’re the team’s best hope of coming out on top if we’re pitted against the other groups,” Drue continued. “As long as you really do have the kind of ATV driving skills you say you do. That’ll come in handy if we do fight Moon buggy paintball wars or something.”
“There’s a big difference between being aware of your abilities and being full of yourself, Drue Bob Lincoln,” a voice came from behind them. “The C in EW-SCAB stands for courage, not cockiness.”
Benny turned to see Ricardo Rocha towering over them. He was at least two heads taller than everyone else in the room, and much broader, too. He looked like he could bench-press Benny if he wanted to.
Benny hoped that he didn’t.
The room around them got quiet. Drue paused for only a moment before holding out his hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m a huge fan. I guess you already know who I am.”
“Benny Love,” Ricardo said, ignoring Drue. His penetrating eyes were the same dark brown as his crew cut. It felt to Benny as though their leader was sizing him up as he continued. “I saw your video. Nice moves out on those desert dunes. I’m eager to see how those translate into low-gravity speed runs on the lunar surface. And saving that boy took some real bravery. I’m proud to have you in my group.”
Ricardo thrust out a red-gloved hand with such speed and precision that Benny tensed up and almost jumped. He shook it, murmuring thanks.
Ricardo glanced at Drue. “You didn’t have a video, so we’ll have to see if you live up to all that big talk.”
Drue smiled, but Benny could see that he was gritting his teeth. He looked back at the rest of the room. All eyes were on them. Hot Dog had her hands clasped in front of her, a huge smile on her face as she stared at Ricardo.
“Attention,” Ricardo said, walking past Benny and stepping up on a raised platform in front of one of the animated mustangs. “As you probably already know, I’m Ricardo Rocha, the first member of Elijah’s Pit Crew. That makes me his right-hand man. Part apprentice, part assistant, part bodyguard.”
“And complete idiot,” Drue muttered, still smiling and clenching his jaw.
Ricardo continued. “While you’re on the Moon, you’re my responsibility, and anything you do reflects upon me as your leader. That means I expect nothing but the best from you for the next two weeks. Elijah expects nothing but the best. And I’m guessing you all want to impress him, right?”
The Mustangs erupted in shouts and cheers. Ricardo smiled.
“Good. Now, let’s get to know each other. Remember, these are your teammates – it’s in your best interest to get along with them and work together.”
One by one, they introduced themselves. Many were from places Benny had never imagined he’d ever see. Iyabo, the girl Drue had been talking to, came from Cameroon. A skinny, pale boy with dark eyes and hair was from Greece. Jasmine had originally been born in China before coming to America. Despite their home countries, almost everyone seemed to speak passable English. Benny got a few weird looks when he introduced himself as being from the Drylands, but he figured that was to be expected. Unless you lived in a border town or out in the desert, you didn’t exactly come across caravan members in your everyday life.
Ramona was the last to introduce herself. She didn’t say anything, only clicked her tongue and held up her left arm, which had a HoloTek strapped to it – an older model, not the one she’d been given when she checked in. As she tapped on the screen, purple numbers began to scroll across the room’s walls, replacing the Mustang logos.
01011010 01110101 01110000 00111111 00100000 01001001 00100111 01101101 00100000 01010010 01100001 01101101 01101111 01101110 01100001 00100000 01100110 01110010 01101111 01101101 00100000 01010111 01100001 01101100 01100101 01111010 00101110 00100000 01011000 01000100
No one seemed sure what to make of this. Even Ricardo looked dumbfounded. Finally, Jasmine took a timid step forward.
“My binary is a little rusty,” she said, “But you’re … Ramona from … Wales?”
Ramona chuckled.
“Woot,” she said. “Much leet, Jazz.”
“OK,” Drue whispered to Benny. “Maybe you were right. Maybe she is speaking robot.”
A new series of numbers and what looked to Benny like gibberish strings of letters appeared. Jasmine’s eyes chased after the lines of code, her face scrunched in concentration. Finally, she laughed a little, apparently getting some joke that was lost on the others.
“Excuse me.” A woman’s voice filled the room as Pinky’s hologram walked out of the wall, causing a girl near her to scream. The screens scrambled, and were then replaced by the mustangs from before. “What exactly do you think you’re doing messing with my projection systems?”
“It’s OK, Pinky,” Ricardo said. “It looks like we’ve got quite a programmer on our team.”
Ramona let her reddish-blond curls fall back down into her face as she opened a can of fizzy drink, grinning at Pinky.
“Also,” Ricardo said, “hasn’t Max been on at you about popping up out of nowhere?”
“Humph.” Pinky casually walked through the open doorway, blinking out of existence when she was a few steps into the hall.
The skinny boy from Greece raised a hand. “So, Pinky seems cool and everything, but can I get a talking dog or something as my room butler instead?”
“Elijah’s pretty protective of the AI’s form,” Ricardo said.
“Why? It’s just a hologram, right? It could be anything.”
“Well …” Ricardo paused for a moment. “Pinky was Elijah’s personal assistant for years as a flesh-and-blood person. She was still here when I was an EW-SCABer. I got to meet her a few times.”
“So, what happened to her?” Hot Dog asked.
“She didn’t like it up here. She missed the ocean and the sunshine on Earth. Elijah was … upset when she said she was leaving. He kept himself busy in his quarters and made her spend her last week here with the newly designed artificial intelligence system. She basically uploaded her personality into it. I have to say, she’s pretty similar to the original.”
“I guess we know who the all-seeing eyes of the Taj are,” Benny whispered to Drue.
“Seriously. Remind me not to say anything bad about the computer lady.”
“OK, Mustangs,” Ricardo said, straightening his posture like a soldier about to march. “Enough talk. Who wants to see the rest of the Taj?”
Excitement surged through Benny so quickly that he didn’t even realise he was shouting until his voice was ringing out through the room. They were all yelling, ready to explore.
Ricardo led them through the halls, pointing out things of interest. A solid-gold replica of the first Space Runner encrusted with diamonds. Astroturf football fields out back, with goals floating three metres off the ground. A room made up entirely of grey rubber that Ricardo referred to simply as a “virtual gaming environment”. Even the kitchen was a technological wonder. Jasmine gasped when she saw the state-of-the-art lasers used to chop vegetables and flash-cook food.
With each new marvel, Benny’s understanding of what life could be like changed. He knew that wealthy people in the cities lived in a completely different way to those in the caravans – he’d had glimpses of this himself when he lived in an apartment as a kid – but the sort of luxury available at the Taj was mind-boggling. And as much as it filled him with excitement, he couldn’t believe that some people lived like this all the time. What would that even be like?
He wondered if, just maybe, he would like to stay at the Taj. What would his family’s life be like if they could all somehow live here?
“Why are we seeing all this without getting to do any of it?” Drue groaned. “That video-game room is new! Heck, I’d even be happy using one of those laser potato peelers right now. This is torture.”
Benny noticed Ricardo looking back at Drue with disdain.
“Drue, Dude,” Benny said, “you’re going to drive everyone else and yourself insane with your complaining. You wouldn’t last for five seconds in the Drylands.”
“I could tough it out.”
“Really? Because my caravan has taken on a few people who got forced out of a city before. They usually don’t last for long.”
Drue’s eyes widened a little.
“You mean … you killed them?”
“What?” Benny asked. “No, are you crazy? They just ended up wandering off and getting lost in the desert because they were bored. Or left to try and hack it somewhere else. We don’t kill people.”
Drue shrugged. “You hear stories. The Drylands are supposed to be lawless. Full of roaming gangs and stuff.”
Benny wondered if this was why he’d got some weird looks when he introduced himself to the rest of his team.
“Most of us are just trying to stay alive,” he said. “The others … Well, the Drylands are dangerous, just not always in the way you expect them to be.”
It was then that Ricardo stopped in front of a giant steel slab at the end of a hallway and turned to the group.
“You’re about to enter one of the most exclusive places in the galaxy. Behind this door are the most sophisticated machines known to man. Personally, it’s my favourite room in the Taj.”
Somewhere towards the front, Hot Dog squealed.
“Welcome to the garage, Mustangs.” Ricardo grinned, lifting his chin and looking down over the bridge of his nose at the group. “I hope you’re prepared to prove you’re worthy of the EW-SCAB.”


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The inside of the garage was almost as bright as the outside, with steel walls and dark-stained concrete floors reflecting an entire ceiling made of light. Half the structure served as a work space and tinkering grounds for the McGuyvers, who were currently dismantling the front end of the crimson Space Runner Elijah had driven earlier. The other side of the garage was a sort of showroom. Space Runners in dozens of colours and models – types Benny had never seen before – lined the floor, alongside what looked like normal dune buggies and classic cars that had been retrofitted in order to function on the Moon.
Once inside, the Mustangs split up, running back and forth, trying to see everything at once. Jasmine observed the McGuyvers, keeping her distance from them. Benny climbed inside a two-seater buggy, bouncing in the driver’s seat.
“The tyres on this thing are nuts,” he murmured, imagining what a wild ride he could have racing it over the dunes of the Drylands, wondering what speeds it could reach.
“Dude, Benny, why are you bothering with that thing?” Drue called from across the garage. He ran his hands over a silvery Space Runner shaped like a long, thin rocket. “Look at this beauty! Oh, man, I gotta see what’s under the hood.”
Drue started pulling on the front of the car, his face turning red. When that didn’t work, he banged his fist on the hood, as if that might cause it to spring open.
“Hey, hey, careful with that!” Ash McGuyver shouted, walking swiftly towards Drue while cleaning an oversized torque wrench on the front of her coveralls. “That’s a prototype with a one-of-a-kind synthetic-mercury paint job.”
“Synthetic mercury?” Drue asked. “What the what? OK, I’ve got to take a few buckets of that back with me. Can someone contact my dad? He can have his lawyers or whoever figure out how to get it down to Earth.”
Ash turned to Ricardo, pointing a thumb over her shoulder and towards the exit. “I’m banning this kid from the garage.”
“Give it a break, Lincoln,” Hot Dog said, running her finger over the boot of the silver vehicle. “You can paint your daddy’s Space Runner back home any colour you want, but this looks like too much car for you.”
Benny watched Drue’s face turn an even darker shade of red.
“I can hold my own in any Space Runner. Have you ever even been behind the wheel of one of these things? Today’s automated flight doesn’t count.”
“I’ve logged over three hundred hours in SR flight simulators back home. For most of last year I was the top-ranked sim pilot in the world!” Her lips curved down into a frown. “Until I had to stop going to the arcades.”
“There’s a big difference between a sim and the real thing,” Drue said. He cracked his knuckles. “If you crash in a sim, you can hit reset. In real life, you might die. These are machines, not toys.”
Hot Dog narrowed her eyes. “What makes you think I’d crash?” she asked.
“All I’m saying is that I’m a dude who’s got some actual experience behind the yoke of one of these things. I could totally beat you.”
“Why not prove it?” Ricardo asked, stepping towards the two.
It was only then that Benny realised everyone was watching them. “Oh, boy,” he murmured. He’d guessed that Drue’s mouth would get him in trouble eventually, but he was kind of hoping it wouldn’t be on the first day. Especially since so far Drue was the only person he’d really talked to all that much.
“What do you mean?” Drue asked.
Ricardo fixed his steely gaze on the boy. “Our first activity today was going to be testing the team’s aptitude in the Space Runners. Why don’t we start by pitting the two of you against each other to see who the better pilot is?”
“I’m game,” Hot Dog said. She sneered at Drue, whose mouth was now hanging open. “What’s the matter? Getting cold feet in that expensive space suit?”
Drue let out a snort. “Let’s do it, but I call dibs on this silver one.”
“Oh, no you don’t,” Ash said. She tapped on a HoloTek and suddenly the floor beneath several of the Space Runners on the other side of the room sank into the ground. There was a rumbling beneath them, and then another platform rose, a new line of cars replacing the old ones. “Here, you can take two of the SR trainers. At least that way if you lose control, Pinky’ll save you.”
“Ashley, will you get them strapped in and ready?” Ricardo asked. “The rest of you, outside. Let’s see what your teammates can do.”
Benny climbed out of the Moon buggy and followed the rest of the Mustangs. As he passed Hot Dog and Drue, they both looked over at him. He gave them a double thumbs-up, said “Good luck!” without specifying who he was talking to, and then continued out into the Grand Dome. There, the Mustangs were starting to clump into groups of three or four. He spotted Jasmine standing alone, inspecting one of the neon-blue palm trees. In fact, as he thought back to it, Jasmine had been alone most of the tour. One thing he’d learned in the caravan was that it was always best to have a partner, even if you were just going off over a dune to get away from the noise of the campsite. The Drylands were too dangerous to face alone – despite his occasional solo ATV rides – and while the Taj was certainly different, he thought the same principle applied.
“Who do you think is going to win?” he asked, stepping up behind her.
Jasmine tensed for a moment before letting out a breath and answering. “I have no idea what their abilities are.” She paused. “But I’m really, really rooting for Hot Dog on this one.”

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