"The crew of this ship are the vanguard of the New Millennium Movement," Andrei declared. The four of them followed his lead, strolling toward the distant, looming high-rise of the ship’s superstructure. It was hard not to see it as some peculiar office complex, because the ship itself felt so city-solid underfoot. Traffic passed them on the bicycle paths, men pedaling loaded cargo-rickshaws. "Trusted party cadres," said blond, Polish Andrei. "Our nomenklatura ."