On principle most free Martians will not purchase products produced by slave labor. Enough politics, I want to get back to my weekend. The long drive made us sleepy. As soon as the sphere warmed up to a comfortable 22 degrees we fell fast asleep. I was wise enough to set the clock to wake us up before sunrise.
Nothing is more beautiful than a Martian sunrise.
I dreamt that Diogenes and I awoke in a squalid hotel somewhere on Earth. We had never been to Earth before. Our first sensation was that of being pressed into a mattress. As we struggled to get up, I could feel my breasts drawn towards the Earth. The awareness of my breasts was completely unfamiliar to me.