The Galactic Gala was a smashing success. Pilots rubbed elbows with debutantes, explorers cavorted with bespangled performers, and mechanics cut a rug on the dance floor in the arms of pan-galactic ambassadors. All were united in common cause: Raising funds to launch the Raygun Gothic Rocketship from Black Rock City. Even an alien invasion could not dim the high spirits of those assembled – the attack was quickly quelled and all that remained was dancing, romancing, and the orbular eye of the friendly rectangular photo robot.