Unearthly habitats
Raoul and Marcus strolled along Marina Boulevard; Ghirardelli Square and the temptation of a chocolate lava ice-cream sundae lay behind them. The Golden Gate loomed large in the distance, its momentous spans holding aloft a steady stream of Detroit, Aichi, Nishi-ku, Dearborn, Fuch, Minato, Wolfsburg, Ingolstadt, Stuttgart and Munich endowed movement.
“You sure you don’t want a sundae, Marcus?”
“No thanks, not after that feed!” Marcus pointed to the bridge. “What an engineering masterpiece, Raoul.”
“Have you been to the visitor centre? Quite a story.”
“I bet it is.”
Raoul pressed, “We’re heading that way – it’s only a 30-minute walk.”
“Maybe next visit. I may want that sundae in a few minutes.”
Raoul grinned. “OK, that’s cool!”
Raoul led them to an empty park bench in the Marina Green Park where he quizzed Marcus. “Back in Scoma’s you mentioned the Space Station’s operation has relevance for the future of your industry. I understand the collaboration thing and having purpose, but otherwise, how so Marcus?”
