"Back when I was eight years old I used to dream about turning 16. IÆd be able to rent hoverboards, and IÆd be able to beam-gate by myself and visit friends in other domes. At age eight living in a dome seemed natural. But the great curse of our parents and teachers was the endless stories of how great it used to be before the domes, when you could breathe the air, eat food grown in the ground, and actually fish something live from out of the seas. So they told us of a paradise we could never know, while we lived with the endless stream of news about how things outside were just getting worse, and with the rumors that if the energy plants ever went down, we would all meet the same gasping death. Kind of made a farce of that standard childhood question: æAnd what do you want to be when you grow up?Æ "