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Here's how you know you're getting old: You're sitting at the bar, sipping your scotch, when the hottest 'lady of the evening' you could ever imagine sidles up and tells you she'll do anything you want for $500. So you ask her if she'll paint your house. I'll be here the rest of the week, folks. Literally. Then I'll be...somewhere else.
Someday, humans on all our colony planets will look back at the dim light of Sol, dream of the blue light of Earth, smile sentimentally, and say to themselves: Thank God we finally got off that rock!