From the introduction:
All the way back to the Mongol Khans the governments of the world have been conspiring together to keep one simple truth from their people, that space is the domain of the free men, women, and squid who ride it. Forget the flashy, yet forgettable rocket ships, shuttles, and satellite TV. The real secret of space travel is one of these, a starfish.
Don't worry she won't bite.
She's a beaut. Ain't she?
She may look like a little like an overgrown eel, but I hear she's actually a mollusk. But I think she's just a sweet heart. You hear me girl.
So, we folks who ride the solar waves don't content ourselves with battling Star Clowns and gambling with Lunar Fungi, oh no. You see we've found freedom and we mean to bring the sweet milk of freedom to everyone on this planet.
Tastes good, doesn't it. It's a good vintage.
If that sounds good, how about coming along. I'm sure I can wrangle you up a fish and a suit, and let you see the stars without all this damn atmosphere in the way.