“Congrats! We’ve become the most productive space colony in history!”

  The colonists cheered at the governor’s announcement.

  Stan and Margaret watched the holo-broadcast.

  “We’re too many, though.” Stan moaned. “Densely over-populated. Now that new law, ten occupants minimum per domicile … while …”

  “While home world elites live a life of luxury?” asked Margaret.

  “Exactly!” Stan nodded his head.

  “Those elites, Stan, have robotic mates. Who can love a robot servant?”

  “Hmm…” Stan smirked.

  “Oh really?” Margaret frowned.

  “I’m kidding … I know— our heritage — refugees from ‘the cuts.’”

  “They were all laid off, Stan. I’ll take my human overpopulation.”