Jupiter

"All I'm saying is that the idea isn't as preposterous as you may or may not think, regardless of whether or not you stop to think of the possibility or logicality of any of it."
"Is logicality even a word?"
"It's as much a word as logicalness, and I know which one sounds better coming off the tongue."
They stepped into the restaurant, its faded blue and green decor glowly effervescently in the red sunlight.
"But it feels like such a rort."
"So any time someone decides that a previously fictional idea, that seemed illogical at the time, was actually a smart investment move, it's a rort?"
"In this case, yes."
"... so robots are a rort?"
"If they came out and some marketing genius called them Karels, yes. Or Asimovs. Have your own personal Asimov to do all your cooking and cleaning and wa-"
"That doesn't make sense. We're not talking about branding, we're talking about turning once-fantasy ideas into reality, simply because they make sense to create."
"So extend this out logically: We elect the leader by seeing who can remove a sword from a stone, we-"
"Two chips, two waters. Number 12? Great, thanks."
"-see flying cars as a logistical solution-"
"What's wrong with flying cars?"
They sat down on the hand-stitched, slightly torn, red leather seats. They shimmered with glitter in the red sunlight.
"If we took every car parked on the LA freeway and threw them up in the air, all we'd have would be traffic jams in three dimensions. Teleportation is a more realitic solution, even with those initial tests."
"Well, all I know is that I'd rather sleep for a week than even think about zapping myself to some far off corner of the universe."
"Which is why this-"
She stretched her arms wide.
"-this, this whole thing is ridiculous. It's unneeded. We have a whole planet down there, but to save five minutes you can stop up here. Look at this place!"
"What?"
"It's a dump! Everything's broken or breaking. The food is terrible, the service is worse, the sunlight just NEVER stops. And why? Because some rich kid with a book decided that he needed to build a goddamned restaurant in space."
"You didn't complain about Austen World."
"Austen World was like stepping into a 19th Century period and finding bits still stuck to your shoes. Next Valentine's Day we're going to Bronte World LIKE I ASKED."