Podkayne whipped around, her red hair catching the harsh glare of the dome's artificial lights. "Babies need individual attention, Clark! Just because you were born with a block of ice where your heart should be doesn't mean the rest of the galaxy is like that."

"You’re staring again, Poddy," Clark said without looking up. His voice was flat, devoid of the childlike wonder that usually occupied eleven-year-olds. "The trajectory hasn't changed in the last forty minutes. We are still falling toward Venus at exactly the planned acceleration."

Classic Sci-Fi Review: Podkayne of Mars by Robert A. Heinlein

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