I never tired of this sight. As a kid, I used to get really excited when we came over the brow of the hill and I caught my first glimpse of the Universe stretching out as far as the eye could see. Another forty minutes and we would be at the intergalactic ferry port, well ahead of time.
“You kids excited?” I called out.
James and Sammy ignored me. They were plugged into the latest movie and were oblivious to everything around them.
“Hey, you two!” I shouted, “I’m talking to you.”
Sammy unhooked her augmented reality visor.
“Sorry dad, did you say something?”
“I was asking you and your brother if you were excited. Look, we’re almost there.”
“Dad, you ask us the same thing every year. We’re going to spend a week in a camper van on Pluto, just like we’ do every year. What’s there to be excited about?