The colony comprised of misfits and misgivings. I wish I could say better, but it did. Not one person trusted another nor wanted to. Every window remained closed even on the hottest days, every door padlocked and chained. I hated it with a passion. Everybody hated it with a passion. A couple of times a year we’d celebrate this or that, poke our heads from around dour curtains, light a firework out of the cat flap. We might even toast each other, then spit on the carpet. This was, however, the limit of our interactions.
Where was our colony you shout! You won’t have heard of it, but in our native tongue, we called it Earth.