I glanced over the papers. Everything seemed to be in order. We’d offered to just give the autofactories to the Pav, but they’d refused. I couldn’t be sure if it was an aversion to what could be seen as charity, or if they didn’t want to be in our debt, even morally. I suspected the latter. "I concur. The Bellerophon will be here within the year. They will collect the ingots and deliver the autofactories to you from orbit."