Caitlin

Caitlin drew it all in. The expanse of her dominion lay out before her in all its glory, or at least half of her dominion. A smile crept across her face. It was good to be President of the Moon (and also Mars).

The Earth hung in the sky like a large blue and white moon. Caitlin had declared the Earth to be named “the Moon’s Moon” while speaking of it on the Moon (and also Mars) because she could. She was the President. She could do whatever she wanted.

Who was going to stop her? The Viceroy of Venus? Unlikely.