Mars is heaven!
- Ray Bradbury -
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
- David Bowie -
The couple next door bought a 6o-inch flat screen television. If Mr. Smith knew that, he wouldn't buy a 5o-inch flat screen television. The 5o-inch television was big enough for his room; but it doesn't matter at all. The real problem was a bruised ego. He doesn't like the couple because they are such a snob. They ring their own bell all the time. Did they also despise him? Pshaw, he doesn’t care at all. They ain’t got nothing on him!
The guy next door also works at MARS & Mr. Recycling, Inc., just like Mr. Smith do. He is a professional waste picker. Some people call him garbage scavengers; he salvages reusable or recyclable materials thrown away by others to sell. That's how he has been making a living on Mars. That's how Mr. Smith has been making a living on Mars: hyena, giving a longing look at the abandoned stuffs. They all are tarred with the same brush.
Mr. Smith raised bottle caps by selling those things. Bottle cap: a monetary unit of new era. Paper money became extinct a long time ago. Bottle cap is the only honest inheritance from a society of mass production, mass distribution, and mass consumption. Interestingly, it satisfies all the requisites of currency.
He has put all he earns on home decoration, and so did the couple next door. In fact, all immigrants were the same. The surface of Mars had been covered with garbage for a few centuries, forming a huge pile; and there always been valuable things, appearance to the contrary. Valuable garbages, bringing money, no, bottle caps. Evan if it might not be enough for him, it would make a jingle in his pocket.
"I need more bottle caps to invest more in home decoration," he said.
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