 Where is Matt from?
Illustrated by Schoenherr The wind howled out of the northwest, blind with snow and barbed with ice crystals. It lit the snow slope to a frozen glare, penciled black shadow down the long furrow, and flashed at the furrow's end on a thing of metal and plastics, an artifact thrown down in the dead wilderness. It's well on the cards that I'm all in one piece and not broken up at all, though I don't see how it could happen. If I were ten years older, it would have been an honor, being picked for the first long jump in the first starship ever. Matt Hennessy, from Farside Observatory, back of the Moon, just back from a proving flight cum astronomical survey in the starship Whale . Walking, talking natives on a blue sky planet with 1.1 g gravity and a twenty per cent oxygen atmosphere at fifteen p.s.i. We were able to show them our sun, in their telescopes. When I say they, I mean a ten-man team of them. People who talk English, drink beer, like jokes and beat me at chess or table-tennis are people for my money, even if they look like tigers in trousers. Of course it's a screwy situation, playing chess with something that grows its own fur coat, has yellow eyes an inch and a half long and long white whiskers. He was called—well, we called him Charley, and he was the ethnologist, ambassador, contact man, or whatever you like to call him, who came back with us.
 Matt is from a colony on the Moon.
 Matt is from France.  Matt is from the United States.  Matt is from a colony on Mars.  Matt is from a colony on the Moon.