Luna n.

I never regretted my decision to be one of the first men to visit Luna.

When the message from Luna, outlining the course to be followed and setting the starting date, arrived, the space fleet was ready to leave.

Elegy to a Dead Satellite: Luna.

Some fifty of them were drilled, most of them parallel, but a few at divergent angles, to act as the steering mechanism of the huge space ship into which Luna was being converted.

Curiously enough, there was little resentment of the fact. Men were impressed and awed; the crowd whispered and cast inquisitive glances at the dim crescent of Luna, scarcely seen in the bright sunlight. Over all, an uneasy pall of silence, the silence of indecision, lay.

Xantippe was a strangely dull planet, even this close to its star. She shone dead silver, like a moonlit corpse’s flesh. She was wrinkled and patched, and—perhaps it was an etheric disturbance—she seemed to pulsate slowly from pole to pole. She wasn’t quite round; more nearly an ovoid, with the smaller end toward Betelgeuse! She was between two and three times the size of Luna.

Freddy Holmes, newly commissioned and assigned to the detector station on Luna which keeps track of asteroids and meteor streams, had discovered a small object coming in over Neptune.

He entered kindergarten two years before the first maser messages from it reached Farside Station on Luna.

They felt the money could be better spent on Earth, on Luna, and at the L5 colonies.

I felt oddly at peace, lying in the moonlit darkness (there was a charming notion: Luna looked tiny and dim compared to a full Earth) listening to the rain falling on the canvas.

It left the ship in the vicinity of Earth, the ship probably being bound for Luna.

Dr. Louise Caisson…previously served as a researcher at the Center for Contagious Diseases on Luna.

The glamour of early life on Luna was wearing off for Max.