Victor lives on the moon in a yellow house. His house is the same asevery yellow house on earth, except there is no television, no radio,no satellite. His colony shares a town-crater. “Diana Moon Glampersfounded this colony,” Victor says, “because the crater is calledEquity Crater.” Leading into the crater is a ramp guarded by rails.The rails guide the colonists to a stage in the middle where one cansing on a Wednesday night. Today is Wednesday night, and a younggirl is humming a song of her own arrangement. When the humsreach the edge of the crater, they return to the girl, and she replies byraising her voice an octave. She does this multiple times, alwaysraising her voice an octave – and sometimes by a third or a fifth – butshe never voices lower intervals. Her ears don’t allow her to hearthem. Toward the end of her performance, a hum returns to her, toolow for her to hear. The note brushes the ground rather than soaringthrough the air. The girl opens her eyes. Victor is the only one thereto see her struggle. He pats her head. “Welcome,” he says.
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