June 17, 2014 by Sez
We can’t all afford private rockets, you know: some of us have to make do with public transport. Sure, there’s the express warp service if you want to go to the major destinations like Alpha Centauri, but if you have errands to run in this solar system, you’re stuck with the space bus. Every single planet, moon and godforsaken space rock, that thing stops at. And the bus company won’t fork out for wormhole taxes, so it’s a free sachet of anti-ageing formula and get used to seeing your grandkids get wrinkles on the rare occasions you do get home.