Viktor.Adler.Areo00187 peeled out of his training gear in the tiny hygiene pod. When he heard the first dull thud on the door of his sub-habitat, his adrenaline spiked. The next instant, the metal plate crashed to the floor, bent out of recognition. The Areopolis security guards trampled it as they rushed in.
'Money is gold, everything else is credit' John Pierpont Morgan in 1912.
Ricardo Castillo climbed the last few steps to the newly completed observation deck of Panama Four, careful not to betray his shortness of breath to his assistant. They had arrived at New Darién that morning from the mainland, part of an entourage ferried in on a small fleet of hydrocopters that skimmed over the Pacific waves. Disembarking, they gazed, wide-eyed like children, upon the colossal construction works.
The massive ship had just docked their home, Steadfast #2, and Flint Molvesper was ready to board. Wow, what a beast! he thought, as he ran towards the airlock. Normally you could see deep space all around the docking bay. You could see none of it now. Flint had never seen anything like it.
Fraser Carver, 23, of Toronto, was sentenced today to five years in jail in connection to his 2072 mugging and assault of Ted Elsey.
“Why the hell would you ever buy it?” Bob asked. “I mean, I’m fine, I’ll get fat on the Foodie shit. But, like, why? It’s just a piece of rock in deep space. Not even that profitable. Why?”