This One Problem

Marc Polder, Resident Comptroller of Torran, strolled idly down the dusty littered path that passed for a street. In the half light of the pint sized moon overhead the town looked almost romantic. One day when civilization had at last been brought to these Asteroid bases, memory would make Torran heroic. But now with the fact before the eyes it was merely dirty and squalid. Only the scum of the Solar System called it home.