This story was spawned by a question that occurred to me while I was delving into the relatively new subgenre of hopepunk--what if the children of Earth, generations after being forced to flee its increasing unhabitability, realized they actually preferred not living on Earth...? Or on any planet at all? Is it realistic, or could it be, to enjoy living on a space station, and if so, what would that station need to be like? What about it would they like so much? And what would be the internal and external social pressures of those planetary orphans, to stay or to go? For possible answers to all of the above, please feel free to visit my story "Homeworld"!
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