Gus

In the late morning today, I see my white neighbour Bruce Lawson in front of his yard, his son Wesley's brown puppy Gus being on a leash tied to a boat. Bruce says his Filipina wife Nerria just grabbed the puppy the other night, as the brownie ran away. Wesley and his white girlfriend are still in Peru. Bruce does not know their itinerary. He says, "They just want to be in a different country." Such reminds me that in the future, would different settled worlds—planets and moons—be like different countries? I have read lots of sci-fi that do postulate such. Today is the 15th of February of 2017.