Blast-Off Minus 12 Days
I, Byron Barnett, would like to point out that three suitcases is sorta ridiculous.
For moving to the Moon, an individual baggage allowance should be more like seven suitcases at bear minimum.
Actually I don’t think they care how much luggage you bring into Cosmopolis, it’s just that The Biarritz doesn’t have the cargo space for more than three bags per person on the way up.
Which makes packing a challenge, since I could be living on the Moon for at least two years.
The relocation packet gives you some guidelines:
Don’t bring winter clothes, cause the temperature in Cosmopolis is always 70 degrees.
Do bring a swimsuit and swim goggles. They have six pools: one freshwater, one saltwater, three clorinated, and one with reduced gravity. (That one sounds interesting.)
Make sure all clothes are washed with allergen-remover before packing, to get rid of any dog or cat hair and various pollens, since they like to keep the air in Cosmopolis extremely fresh. (They have air filters and all, but like my doctor, Dr. Delsalto, says, it's easier to prevent a cold than cure a cold.)
No perfume or colone allowed in Cosmopolis.
Shoes should have rubber soles or you might slip getting onto or off of the autowalks.
The one about no colone is too bad, cause I have some bath bombs that make you smell quite citrusy throughout the day that I was gonna bring.
Question: how do ghosts wear clothes? It makes no sense.
Are the clothes ectoplasmic too? If so how? Not that I want to see a naked ghost. I’m just pointing out the paradox of ghost-garments.
The relocation packet says they have four clothes stores in Cosmopolis with a couple of tailors on staff to do alterations and such. But I’d rather not have to rely on whoever stocks those stores for how I look.
I need more room in my suitcases.
Maybe I can stuff some extra shirts inside José Ignacio’s framework.
Or would that count as smuggling?
More soon,
Boon
P.S. I guess I can’t bring my orange fur jacket. Takes up too much suitcase space, and I’d get hot wearing it in 70 degrees. It’ll probably be too small for me by the time I move back to Earth, even though it’s my favorite article of clothing. Irritating.
P.S.S. Here’s a picture of it.
P.S.S.S. That’s not me wearing it, that’s a fashion model. Mom saw it in a magazine and bought me one in a kid’s size cause she knows orange is among my favorite colors. (I also like his hat.)
P.S.S.S.S. Guess what the fur’s really made of. Seaweed! After they bake it and soak it and mash it and spin it they run it through an extruder and it comes out as super-soft fabric that they weave into fur.
Ingenious, no?