University of Marsolopolis for many decades was considered the best in the solar system. Of course, the universities of Earth challenged this title with him simply because they were ancient for many centuries, and the educational institutions of other planets were better in certain areas of knowledge. So, for example, Venusians were considered the best chemists, doctors and specialists in extraterrestrial civilizations, the Merkurians were considered the best specialists in a number of branches of physics, earthlings, of course, knew best the history and culture of their race and the living world of their planet, and Pluto considered itself the birthplace of the best astronomers - but the Martians considered themselves the best overall.

For Helga, who flew in to enroll at the MarPalOun Pedagogical Faculty (as the name of the University of Marsopolis was often shortened), Mars was the first planet on which it was, and it turned out to be completely different from its native Earth. Mars looked like a lifeless red desert from the windows of a monorail train that carried Helga from the spaceport to the city (Helga knew that after many years of terraformer efforts to breathe on the surface of the planet without an oxygen mask it was already possible, but not for long - the artificial atmosphere was very rarefied). From the inside, Marsopolis turned out to be a maze of steel and glass, and a multi-tiered labyrinth: low gravity of Mars allowed building buildings of such height that would collapse on Earth under its own weight, and giant skyscrapers spiers towering over the city, connected by a network of galleries — so large that many of them were laid subway branches. The buildings were so high that inside them there were lines of the “vertical metro” - passenger elevators, the cabins of which were the size of a bus. There were no streets for cars, like on Earth, and city residents used automatic electric taxis and electric buses and passenger trains, but Helga saw a lot of people moving on roller skates and similar “vehicles” (for such people special lanes were allocated for the streets).

The girl was very interested to see how Mars looks from the upper floors of cyclopean skyscrapers, but she rarely came across windows on specially equipped observation galleries, but she saw mirrored walls and ceilings in Helga’s spire-connecting galleries, and she saw the same mirrored walls in many other places. She read that these mirrors are in fact one-sidedly transparent in order to let the heat coming from the sun inward and not let it out. Here and there, the silver metal of the walls was revived by plants: from climbing decorative ivy to green spaces - as well as color patterns, pictograms and graffiti - all so that plain metal walls would not drive the colonists crazy. A couple of times Helga caught herself thinking that claustrophobic sufferers in such a city should be uncomfortable - however, the internal compartments of the city-colony were quite spacious.

Helga noticed several times that the doors of the airtight gates were “recessed” into the walls, which seemed to close when the colony was depressurized — in the event of a meteorite falling or something like that. Safety precautions imprinted on the fashion of the colonists - they wore not the same clothes as earthlings, but overalls covering the whole body of various colors with oxygen masks that were supposed to be worn in the event of depressurization, and some had transparent helmets instead of masks. For many Martian girls, overalls fitted the body like a second skin, emphasizing their shape.“It’s imperative to buy the same one for yourself,” thought Helga with some envy, regretting her baggy spacesuit she bought before boarding a spacecraft heading for Mars. Tall, elegant, something similar to the elves of the Martians forced Helga, who actually used to consider herself a tall and beautiful girl, complexes because of her appearance. When the girl got to the "Academgorodok", the girls in multi-colored tight suits appeared even more - many of them had transparent inserts in the suits of their suits, opening the most seductive parts of their bodies, and some of Helga saw tattoos on the skin under the transparent inserts.

However, Helga did not have much time to look with envy at the local beauties - on the day of arrival she had other things to do. To get a room in a dormitory - it generally resembled a cabin on a spaceship, only bigger in size and with a small kitchen in addition to the bathroom. To buy intercoms for themselves - the colonists did not use radio telephones that were familiar to earthlings, because the metal walls around them blocked radio waves, and instead of radio telephones, the inhabitants of extraterrestrial colonies carried with them so-called intercoms that used a network of radio transmitters inside the colonies. (Helge, who had just flown in from Earth, relied on a large discount on essential items). Filling the refrigerator in her room with food - and buying food, the girl was convinced that there were few livestock farms on Mars: there was little meat, it was expensive and was considered, apparently, a delicacy, although there were still a little more milk and eggs . But the Martians ate a lot of vegetables and fruits: hydroponic gardens producing oxygen for the colony served as a food source. And, of course, buy a new jumpsuit! The girl chose a black, tight, with transparent "windows" on the sides, above the chest, opening the hollow between the breasts, and behind the lower back, showing a fragment of the girl's panties. The jumpsuit was pretty expensive, but Helga decided that beauty required sacrifice.

The next day, the classes were to begin, and here MarPolUN seemed quite ordinary and familiar. The rector of the university delivered a speech to the first-year students, in the first lectures the teachers mainly talked about their subjects - Helga listened to these lectures half-heartedly. But on the other hand, she could not help but notice that very few guys were learning in her course, and she was particularly amazed by her new outfit. But the girls gathered here from various planets of the Solar System: wide-chested Martians, white-skinned and big-eyed natives of satellites of gas giants, dark-skinned women, known for their easy morals throughout the Solar System of a Venusian woman, almost a daughter of tanned mercurians in glasses-color multipliers, thin-bodied people, I’m used to make other clothes, I’ll make my life-style and strength, I’m just like this, I’ll have to make other clothes and clothes, I’m, I’m just like to wear my clothes, I’ll have to make other clothes, I’ll have to make other clothes and clothes, I’m just like to wear my clothes, I’m just like to wear my clothes, I’m just like to wear my clothes, I’ll have to make other clothes and clothes, I’m, I’m just like to wear my clothes, I’ll have to make other person's clothes and clothes, I’m just like the ones who are in people, people are gathered from the different planets of the solar system; dugouts low in size against the background of descendants of cosmic colonists and squat and stocky, “flattened” by high gravity born by the orbital stations of giant planets. Some of them Helga had time to meet, but for the time being is not very close.

But that was later, and literally on the second pair Helga, barely having time to take a seat for herself, I saw another girl who came up next.

- Hi, is it free here? The girl asked.

Helga looked at her future classmate, and she didn’t like it at first sight. The girl was taller — taller than Helga herself — a broad-shouldered, her dark hair was cut short, her features were slightly coarse, and on the whole she looked like a guy, and according to Helga she was a lesbian. The purple jumpsuit sat on the girl freely, without emphasizing the figure, and her breasts were naturally small in size, which did not add to her image of femininity. Judging by the dark tan, she was from Venus, and this further strengthened Helga in the thought that her new acquaintance was a lesbian: on Venus this was a common occurrence.With indignation, Helga thought that she was buying her new erotic jumpsuit to charm the guys (although where else could they find those guys?), And not at all so that any lesbians would be interested in her!

“Yes, of course,” Helga replied in a slightly quivering voice: in fact, she did not at all want this girl to sit next to her, but she couldn’t think of a convincingly sound reason to refuse her. The Venusian woman, taking advantage of the invitation, sat down next to Helga and put an electronic notebook in front of her ....