I used to think it was pathetic that our ancestors couldn't come up with a better name for our homeworld than Earth.
But a lifetime spent digging around in synthetic loam kind of makes you appreciate how amazing it must have felt to feel solid ground under your feet.
We're told in historical media that people have always dreamed of sailing between the stars. After a few generations of doing just that, I'm here to say their dream is wearing thin.
I guess it's like that old saying about the grass looking greener on the next ring over-people on Earth must've been sure there was a better world out here someplace.
Maybe it is out here, but we haven't found it yet. In the meantime, I like to doodle around in the margins of Genesis, so my crewmates can plug into a simulation and experience an actual sunrise now and then.