Sector twenty one, Planet Rooster, Gram city, Seven.
"… This isn't… what I expected."
The ship landed smoothly, we got an identity check at the reception desk, paid the entrance fee and got out to the street.
Up to this point everything was automated; slid your identity card here, get a retina scan over there, hold your smartphone over this to pay, everything was done with no human –or any other alien- interaction.
That's why the moment we exited the docks where we left the ship, which apparently is a private aria for each one unlike what you would expect from a space ship ports –or normal ship ports-, the shock came to me with a more disappointed feeling than it should for someone who is out on his first interstellar trip.
"Welcome to gram city." Lilia read on the rectangular board that appeared in front of us for a brief moment.