WHO: James Holden and YOU WHAT: Catch-all for April WHEN: Fantasy April WHERE: The Gallows and Kirkwall, mostly, but around NOTES: Starters in the comments, lmk if you'd like something bespoke or feel free to drop in a wildcard.
"Wow, man, that's bleak. Do you ever get planet-side stuff, or does the distance make that impractical?" She's conscious of asking a question that may be silly, but there's no other good way to learn about a time so different from her own.
He shakes his head. It's an answer that comes easily, an economic system he knows well, or well enough.
"It's 560 million klicks from Earth to Ceres Station. It's a hell of a lot more than that once you start thinking about the outer planets. Moving resources that kind of distance takes a long time and is expensive as shit. Besides which, Earth and Mars care more about bringing raw materials in than selling nice things out to the Belt."
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"Yeah," he says, "booze from vat-grown yeast and fungi is most of what you can find in space. It's even shittier than it sounds."
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"It's 560 million klicks from Earth to Ceres Station. It's a hell of a lot more than that once you start thinking about the outer planets. Moving resources that kind of distance takes a long time and is expensive as shit. Besides which, Earth and Mars care more about bringing raw materials in than selling nice things out to the Belt."