I’m not sure I want to settle so close to one of the biggest targets painted on any body in this stellar system.
When some alien teens come rolling through this system in the alien equivalent of a jacked up pickup truck with the tunes blasting, the bed full of empty beer cans, shouting Yeehah!, and waving their blasters around looking to shoot something, anything, that’s compound eye-catching, I’d rather not be that obvious.
The only thing worse would be to be riding a floating city near Jupiter’s Great Red Spot. Talk about having a “kick me” sign taped to your back.
