It’s July 2009, and in Johnson City, America’s permanent colony on the moon – named after Lyndon B. Johnson, the president who authorised it – they are celebrating the third generation of lunar Americans: the first child born to parents themselves born on the moon. With just 5000 inhabitants, “city” is perhaps too grandiose a term.
Oh, what might have been.. from Welcome to Lunarville, mixing fiction (obviously) and fact to imagine just where we might be today if progress was always linear