The main ballroom had become an exhibit hall, with glass-fronted displays and portraits of early clan founders. An antique pedal-driven ultralight aircraft hung from the ceiling. Five Shapers marveled over a case full of crude assembly tools from the circumlunar’s construction. The Shapers’ chic low-gravity clothing sagged grotesquely in the Republic’s centrifugal spin. Alexandrina took his arm and whispered, "The floor looks nice, doesn’t it? I refinished it myself. We don’t allow robots here."