Hours pass, and the Earth now looms large in the viewport. Derek stares in fascination at the multitude of space habitats now visible in orbit. “Which one is the New Yorker habitat?”
Maeve smiles and holds her hands out in front of him. “There it is. It has a blue hue. See it?”
“Wow, it looks so small, hard to imagine one hundred million people living there. Did you ever visit?”
Maeve stays silent for a moment, then responds, “Yes, I have. It looks small from here, but it actually has a huge living space. There are huge areas with no one. Of course, it’s very crowded in places too. It’s crazy, though, looking up and seeing people living their lives above you.”
Derek drives forward, “Is it true that it is the wealthiest place in the solar system?”
“Oh, yes, no poor people allowed. If you can no longer afford the fees, off back to Earth with you. It’s supposed to be very cutthroat. All smiles to your face, but get lost if you have nothing. I guess that’s why they left Earth.”
Derek nods his head in agreement. Do you know any of the others?”
“Of course, there is New Ireland, that’s Gallois, there’s Quantus. I could go on for a good half day, I’d say, there are so many.”

