Out of Character:
I thought about writing a science fiction story, set in the not to distant future. Then considered the possibilities, what would happen, to a disillusioned, and almost retired detective whom decided to go on a holiday? But this was no ordinary holiday, but a utopia for the rich, those seeking fame and fortune. Not on earth, where they were a failure, but on earths nearest neighbor Mars.
Mark had only one thought, to get away. They said Mars had become a utopia for easy money. Facing redundancy he had no regrets about leaving Earth. The spacecraft taxied down the runway, as its engines roared into life.
"Is this your first flight into space?" said a slender brunette sitting next to him.
"Yes, I’m going to Mars," Mark replied.
"Well this will be my third trip, you soon get used to it."
"What work do you do on Mars?" Mark asked.
"I work as a Chemist at Pascal Enterprise."