It was a pleasure to live in a multi-planet culture. James thought, as he fell asleep. The different worlds were terraformed. Some only existing as Terran-conditions, under a massive Dome.
The one on Titan gave an incredible view of Saturn. The barrier looking like the finest, clearest crystal, but engineered to the atomic level, and kept in it's perfection by nanites. It gave no hint to it's protection against radiation, or it's balancing act for heat this far from the Sun.
Others were on the surface of Venus, with the thickest most resilient nanite shielding, to protect against the intense, crushing pressure, and the acidic rain. If the mining wasn't so rich, those colonies wouldn't exist.
Others floated in the different cloud layers, drifting like extravagent cruise ships in the multi-hued atmosphere.
Mars Dome was one of the first, the simplest, and not even nanite-engineered. Well, not originally. The new one encompassed the original, keeping the mile wide dome as a park. It was a relic and a monument to the achievements made with the most primitive technology.
Hell, some billionaires even had their own domes on Earth. A secluded private estate, isolated from outside interference. These enclaves were their own autonomous regimes. Each owner effectively their own ruler within their borders. Some telling themselves of their generosity. The barrier cleaning the dirty air, for their own consumption. But, the excess was returned to the wider planet as a gift.
Beyond the Earth Domes, the situation was rather different...
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