Moon Fellowship beginnings

“It’s just not sustainable Ms. Slipstream,” said the dogged Col. Black of the National Aeronautics and Space Agency. “Congress has nixed any attempts at starting a colony on the moon. We cannot do it.”

“Zephyr, Zephyr,” called an excited Charles Halpern as he bounded in to the office. “Oh, excuse me Col. Black, but I have important news. Zephyr,” he continued turning to Zephyr Slipstream the young charismatic coordinator of the Moon Colonization Committee. “Dr. Jameson reports that they have located the perfect location for the colony’s base of operations, he calls it the peak of eternal light. It is a mountain at the north pole of the moon that is almost always in the sun’s light. The solar power would be constant!”

“There you see, Col. It can be done.”

“I’m afraid, that unless your project can serve some military purpose, congress just won’t buy it. We’ve known about the peak of eternal light for some time, but it is beyond the horizon from earth, making it unusable for military application. No, I’m afraid if you want to put a colony up there, you’re going to have to do it on your own.”

“No, not on my own,” Ms. Slipstream, her voice an offering to something bigger, “a group, a fellowship of scientists, explorers, families and worshippers.”

So began the moon fellowship.