The players stared up the tunnel in stunned silence.

"Hey!" Rya called to Hiroko. "How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

They explained the game to her. She smiled, and Maya was suddenly certain she had already known the rules. "So how did you do it?" Rya repeated.

"You jump straight!" Hiroko explained, and disappeared into the bubble dome.

That night at dinner the story got around. Frank said to Hiroko, "Maybe you just got lucky."

Hiroko smiled. "Maybe you and I should total twenty jumps and see who wins."

"Sounds good to me."

"What'll we bet?"

"Money, of course."

Hiroko shook her head. "Do you really think money matters anymore?"

# # #

A few days later Maya floated under the curve of the bubble dome with Frank and John, looking ahead at Mars, which was now a gibbous orb the size of a dime.

"A lot of arguments these days," John remarked casually. "I hear Alex and Mary got into an actual fight. Michel says it's to be expected, but still..."

"Maybe we brought too many leaders," Maya said.

"Maybe you should have been the only one," Frank jibed.

"Too many chiefs?" said John.

Frank shook his head. "That's not it."

"No? There are a lot of stars on board."

"The urge to excel and the urge to lead aren't the same. Sometimes I think they may be opposites."

"I leave the judgement to you, Captain." John grinned at Frank's scowl. He was, Maya thought, the only relaxed person left among them.

"The shrinks saw the problem," Frank went on, "it was obvious enough even for them. They used the Harvard solution."

"The Harvard solution," John repeated, savoring the phrase.

"Long ago Harvard's administrators noticed that if they accepted only straight A high school students, and then gave out the whole range of grades to freshmen, a distressing number of them were getting unhappy at their Ds and Fs and messing up the Yard by blowing their brains out on it."

"Couldn't have that," John said.

Maya rolled her eyes. "You two must have gone to trade schools, eh?"

"The trick to avoiding this unpleasantness, they found, was to accept a certain percentage of students who were used to getting mediocre grades, but had distinguished themselves in some other way-"

"Like having the nerve to apply to Harvard with mediocre grades?"

"-used to the bottom of the grade curve, and happy just to be at Harvard at all."

"How did you hear of this?" Maya asked.

Frank smiled. "I was one of them."

"We don't have any mediocrities on this ship," John said.

Frank looked dubious. "We do have a lot of smart scientists with no interest in running things. Many of them consider it boring. Administration, you know. They're glad to hand it over to people like us."

"Beta males," John said, mocking Frank and his interest in sociobiology. "Brilliant sheep." The way they mocked each other...

"You're wrong," Maya said to Frank.

"Maybe so. Anyway, they're the body politic. They have at least the power to follow." He said this as if the idea depressed him.