Riggy, he’s fifth generation Loony; his great-great grandfather came up with the First Hundred, digging out where the first domes were, breaking air out of rocks, the whole klick. There’s a status that comes with that kind of pedigree, not to mention the inherited wealth: some of those quarters have been in those families for a hundred years, and they make them a lot smaller these days.
He’s not resting on any genetic coat-tails, though. He’s giving up his lease and signing up for Ganymede. “Someday,” he says, “I want people to talk about me like I talk about Great-Great.”