[For Sam's part, he seems to take the information with a great deal of stride. Big Things had undoubtedly happened on Earth. Maybe they hadn't finally ended famine in certain parts of the world, but they were getting there. There were, most likely, still places where clean water was unavailable without long, daily walks at morning and night, done by the oldest and strongest sibling in a family without parents. The world was a mess, and no one corporation could clean it up, even if they had their fingers in the pies of a hundred countries. It couldn't be done.

But by God, they had tried. They had tried so much so that they declared training and other, real people too much money for a simple job like mining on the moon.

They had tried, at least.]

It's not so surprising, if you're thinking it would be because of what you are. There could be, there could have been early models when I was on the moon. I can't be sure. Fifteen years doesn't seem like a long time, but we went from having to have clunky phones as landlines to super thin, useable by simple touch phones in that time, didn't we? It's not so unprecedented!