The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress

You listening, Bog? Is a computer one of Your creatures?

We hit them so hard you could see it, by bare eyeball hookup; didn't need binox. Chin dropped and I said, "Bojemoi!" softly and reverently.

We shall fight them."
"DA!"
"We shall fight them on the surface, we shall fight them in the tubes, we shall fight them in the corridors! If die we must, we shall die free!"
"Yes! Ja-da! Tell 'em, tell 'em!"
"And if we die, let history write: This was Luna's finest hour! Give us liberty... or give us death!"