Pioneer—that was the word he wanted.
The girls of the new race could never be pioneers.
"Look, Eric. Over there. Aircars."
The words broke in on his thoughts and he looked away from her, following her gaze incuriously, not much interested. And then his fingers stiffened on the controls and the peacefulness fell away from him as if it had never been.
"Lots of them," she said.
Aircars. Eight or ten of them, more than he had ever seen at one time, spread out in a line and flying eastward, straight toward him.
