The uninspired correspondent scratches his scalp, but dandruff and lice, not words, fall onto the blotter.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

2300 A.D.



I think I'd like to have a solar sail craft with a lover, a library, a hammock, and a well stocked bar.

Dock at Mars for a few months and hike Olympus Mons? Sure.



Orbit Jupiter and watch the tempests below rage in slow motion? I guess so.


Check into one of Titan's famous resorts and observe the rings of Saturn through the transparent roof. Why not?



Ah, to live in the future.

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