The moon is absolutely marvellous. It looks so much more interesting, so much more colourful than it did before. Before, the moon was but a small, white circle. Now, though. Now it has splashes and splotches of colour all over it. Now it has lines all throughout it, twisting and curving and reaching out to embellish the moon in meandering patterns. It’s so much more interesting to look at now. It adorns the blank black night sky with so much pep and glamour.

Of course, the materials that we are mining from the moon are also incredibly valuable. We have precious metals to make valuable electronics out of, to build our circuits and projectors and holograms and batteries. We have precious elements to make fuel and energy out of. We have ancient rocks to build with. We have strange pigments to make colours with. We are prospering, prospering more than we have ever prospered before, and it is all thanks to the many gifts that the moon is giving us. And in return we are beautifying it so that it may be a treasure to look at.

Some of the environmental activist type people are mad at us, say that we’re hollowing the moon out. But the moon exists to give to us. The earth exists to give to us. The whole universe exists to give to us. And it is not our fault for taking. It is not our fault for taking all that we can, for taking all that we need. For, we need to have resources in order to live a good life. We are used to this life. We are used to this life of constantly having more. And we would not be able to live without the gifts that we take from the moon.

Though the environmental activists would say that we are stealing, not taking. Taking, stealing, it doesn’t matter. The moon is ours. The whole solar system is ours. The whole universe is ours.

I ponder all these truths as I sit on my air chaise. It is made of air that blows up, holding me in place. The air is the perfect temperature, some jets warmer or cooler than others, all of it coming together into a beautiful cacophony. The air is carefully aligned to not only hold me up, but to massage me as well, and oh my lord, does it feel good, reclining here. The air is coloured, so that anyone looking at me would see swirling colours mixing and joining and separating and dancing in all kinds of ways.

Wrapped around me is a blanket, made from synthetic furs that are far softer than any real fur from any real animal ever could be. The blanket does not do much to keep me warm. It is not made to keep me warm. I have my personal temperature regulating system flowing around me in order to do that. No, instead the blanket keeps me comfortable. It keeps me comfortable with how unbelievably soft it is, and I am beyond grateful to have this blanket here, with me, as expensive as it was.

I am also grateful for the beautiful city view that I can see from my giant windows made of reinforced crystal. The windows, which are so clear that they feel as though they do not exist at all, tower up above me and out in every direction, being four or five times larger than a movie screen from back during the days when movies were on screens. From this window I can see the city sprawling out below me. Rows and rows and rows of spaced-out buildings, all in different, artistic shapes and all lit-up and shining in different neon colours. There are lights coming from the marble streets below us, a sea of light shining up in a grid. And there are lights on all the enormous cars rolling by, far beneath me. The streetlights are all different lights, and the cars that hover through are all decadent, lit-up with fantastic colours and twisted into fantastic shapes.

And of course, sitting in this position that I am in now, taking in the enormous city far underneath my enormous window, I can see the moon. And the moon is not quite as fantastic as the scene below me, it is not as fantastic as that scene by far. But it is fantastic nonetheless. It is fantastic and beautiful and colourful, full of a sort of strictly-ordered, finely-wrought chaos that matches the strictly ordered chaos of the city underneath it. The moon is the perfect decoration to the city. And I know that as time goes by, it will get more adorned.

I have been to the moon before, on vacation. Of course I have. I’ve been to the many resorts that have popped up on the moon. I have played sports on the low-gravity surface. I have floated in moon pools. I have watched the stars the way they look without an atmosphere. I have gone to amusement parks at the moon. It was all so very beautiful, it was all so very fun. I am very glad that we have been able to make it to the moon.

But anyways, I am not able to stay here looking at the nighttime city forever. I am supposed to be getting in my car and going to an upscale bar. So, I get my servants to get me dressed. I wear the most expensive synthetic fabrics found on the market, and a fibre optic, colour-changing jacket that shines and highlights my shoulders. I let the robots put on a coat of masculinizing makeup. And I take my personal temperature regulating system and my wireless cube, and I go.

Inside my car, the city shimmers and glows around me. I let the car drive itself as I lean back and look through the crystal skylight, to the buildings stretching up to the heavens above me, catching glimpses of the moon as I keep looking up.

I am smiling. I am always smiling. I am always happy. I love my life.