We closed on our vacation place on the moon last year; a charming glass-domed pod on stilts in one of the shallow craters. It may be on the unfashionable "dark side," but at least we're miles away from the all the golf tournaments, rock concerts and shuttle landings. Plus it's very convenient for nipping over to the Milky Way Mall when Cyrus needs new gravity boots.
Now I know they acted all smug at first, but I do feel sorry for people like the Robinson's who bought on the supposed "beach star" Alpha Sol. It must have been terrible for them to plan their dream home only to find out that the plot they purchased is actually ninety-eight percent gas and on the edge of a load of anti-matter. They can't even build a mini oxygen-chamber never mind a full laser patio. What a shame it would have been for them to travel all that way at light-speed only to get sucked into a black hole. Thank God for deep space probes, that's what I say.
