...They are born into genetic sequencers at fifteen years of age. None of them have ever been to Earth. By order of the Emperor, they are pulling the Route into Deep Space - Distance by Distance, decaparsec by decaparsec, from star to star, from one green world to another... They have no choice: the price of a Solar Visa is twenty-five years on the Route. Discount - only for the dead.... The dead man's name is Mark Byno. He is a cosmach as a cosmach. Performs official duties honestly. Faithful comrade and colleague. Time heals the memory even of one’s own death, and work makes one believe that one is alive. After all, Space is great! - anything is possible, what can you do, it turned out that way... There is a lot of work, the Earth is far away. What does the Earth matter to a spaceman? And that the Earth is a cosmach?...The Earth should not have killed Marco Bayno’s comrades - he loved them. And the Earth shouldn’t have killed him again - the first time was enough for him.