“That's my crib. A pilot welded it out of the ship he landed.”

A century on, the first outpost sits under a great glass roof in the middle of a city. Nova walks it with old R1 at her side, past the photo of the first crew, the toy rocket, and a placard with her own name on it. She stops at the little crib Mikhail welded out of the ship he landed, the one he said he flew down so she would have somewhere to sleep.