"How about you, Wong?"
"Needed a change, too, I guess. Been breathing fresh air and seeing people too long. Got sick of it."
"And John?"
"Well ... I suppose I know what you're heading at. This isn't exactly a Jules Verne type trip to the moon, 'for the glory and advancement of science.' 'Least it isn't to me. I got sick of science when I was studying for my master's. Sick of seeing what people were doing with it. I thought a few new worlds might ease the tension back on Earth ... before everything gets blown to pieces."
"That's what I mean; a few new worlds to explore might slow lousy man in his wild race to the backside of heaven. New frontiers. New excitements. It's bound to tie people closer together in spite of their prejudices."
"But the glory! Don't forget the glory!"
"The patriotic zeal!"
"Yeah, the patriotic zeal! I feel the same way you do. Here we're trying to bring the world closer together and we have to do it in the name of the arms effort of a single nation."
"War rocket experiment 282Z."
"Well, at least we'll be able to say what we think and we'll be important enough for a while so that people will listen to us."