... Well it is the 51st century. Suppose technology has caught up enough to make it entirely possible to live in an airless, barren wasteland of a planet.

Virus in the water? Caused an outbreak, of some kind I assume.

Ah ha! I knew it. Mmmm, not exactly sure I would want to risk seeing myself. No matter how gorgeous, I might be. What was the other you like?

She can't fire me.