"Everything's so incredibly RED," Dave said.
"Just like the brochures," Ginny said. "Sun, sand, and..."
The other three completed her sentence. "Sex." Their colonising mission was to procreate: they weren't returning to Earth.
Every convenience had been prepared for them – even Skype to let them communicate with home. Mandy typed in her Mum's number on the touchscreen and waited. And waited.
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