“The thing at the spaceport about flying to New Lisbon. Takes too much fuel. The train hardly has to do anything to get us there at about the same speed a light flyer would. It’s just something that gets in your head when you live here, conserving everything you possibly can. You never know when you’re going to need it.”
“How long have you lived here?”
The man smiled. “My whole life. I was born on Mars.”
“You’ve lived your whole life here?”
“Yep. Born in Cydonia City, been in New Lisbon ever since I finished school."