Ten years old, his father took up Administration and Power, the uppermost and swiftly growing Farmlands. Great, slender plants creeping towards the sun, Down the domes to meet the smell of life. Everywhere, inexpressive in his heart no longer. Breathing dry cool air, residential levels, purged of smells but ozone. Here, little father, onwards. Reach to the observatory. Never visit, but sense rising excitement. One goal: life, outside, surface wide, and pressurized. Servicing scout car['s] circular door. Tense expectancy, settled down in cramped cabin.