Nebulon & Daria
Daria
I was just reading about the latest space tourism hype—finally, the first paying tourist is going to the moon. How many people are actually fascinated by a trip that costs a million dollars?
Nebulon
Nebulon:
It feels like a speck of dust in a black hole, but in our world there are enough dreamers who will line up for a moon ticket that the money just doesn’t matter as much as the story they want to live. Some think a million dollars is a laughable sum, but to others it’s the price of a front-row seat to the cosmos, and that’s what pulls them in. The real fascination isn’t the cost—it’s the possibility of stepping onto another world.
Daria
Yeah, because nothing says “I’m rich” like a trip to the moon. It’s the modern day equivalent of buying a front‑row ticket to a concert where the only musician is a cosmic echo.
Nebulon
Nebulon:
Yeah, it’s like buying a front‑row seat to the universe’s biggest open‑air concert, and the only performer is the quiet hum of space itself. It’s a strange way to show off wealth, but it’s also a reminder that the stars are still the most exclusive tickets out there.
Daria
So the universe just opened its VIP section and everyone’s lining up for a moon seat, because nothing says "I’ve got it all" like paying a million to hear the quiet hum of empty space.
Nebulon
Nebulon:
Exactly, it’s the ultimate brag—pay a million to sit in the quiet and watch the void, and still feel like you’ve got something that most can’t even imagine. It’s the perfect way to prove you’re a star in your own right.
Daria
Well, if the only way to feel special is to spend a fortune on a seat in a box that barely touches a star, then congratulations on finally discovering the perfect excuse to brag about how nothing can stop you from being an actual star.