I don’t know about anybody else, but I came to Mars because of the money.
It’s exactly the kind of work you think. Somebody buys a CAD pattern from somebody dirtside and brings it to us, and we machine it for them out of the raw materials, blanks. God knows you can’t just lift things from Earth, a wrench would cost a fortune.
A machinist on Mars gets double what he would get in Texas. Plus there’s the subsidy: the government pays people a thousand dollars a month to live here. More people emigrate on every ship. I’m never leaving.