Conformity . . .

     Delusion . . .

          Sheetmeat . . .

For nearly a century, moonmen have stuffed their bellies with Goodchik’s “chicken” sandwiches. Fried to that famous golden hue. They’re delicious and nutritious—made from the regolith itself, just like everything in a moonman’s life. Everybody loves sheetmeat. The rakers. The scavengers. Even the null fellas.

Everybody except McNulty. He’s caught wind that there’s an actual chicken on the Moon, and he’s determined to make a meal of it.

But McNulty’s obsessive pursuit is rattling lunar society. Goodchik’s goons are after him. The blue marble is making moonmen cry. And mermaids have been spotted out on the surface. None of this matters to McNulty, though. He’d trade every last atom of his dome’s oxygen for a taste of the rarest thing on the Moon: something real.

A quirky, satirical sci-fi heist, It’s Good for the Moon plants a mirror on the big gray rock in the sky and reflects humanity back on itself from 250,000 miles away.