It doesn’t matter to Harmony, but it matters to us. Lucky had joined the Pioneering Society because she wanted to expand humanity’s horizons. They had paid a terrible cost to make a new friend—now it was time to collect on that expenditure. And if we’re very lucky, maybe Harmony is wrong. Maybe there are more humans out there somewhere. We can tell them about what we found. Somewhere, across the distant reaches of space and time, maybe there was even something like Earth, still waiting to receive their reports.