When Elon?

I had been building up to this moment for a long time. My brother and I had agreed years ago that before the 2020s were out we would make a stake for Mars. Most prospective colonists were packed in their starships with 20 other people for the months long ride to the red planet. When they arrived, they had to stay at "reception centers" until they could afford better accomodation. They were essentially small, stacked shipping containers made of martian concrete with minimal space and even more minimal comfort. To go outside and make for the colony they would have to suit up and walk to the nearest tram stop which would take them in to the great enclosures that were built into craters. Only the rich had property in the enclosures and even then, they only rented the space from Elon Musk who maintained tight control over his property. We could have settled for these accomodations much sooner but decided to hold off until we could afford something better. While life under Elon was fine, it paled in comparison to the freedom of the open red wastes that we would soon call home. We purchased two Starships; one crewed by my brother and I as well as an astronaut guide, one packed with cargo we would need to help set up our own enclosure that was still under construction by drones in a small impact crater several miles away from one of the massive enclosures built and maintained by Elon's Martian subsidiaries. --- The countdown still rang in my ears as I was staring into the window. The view was mesmerizing. Similar to my first acid trip when I discovered how enjoyable it was watching the Electric Sheep screen saver to the tune of some heady late Beatles while my mind folds into itself. But there was no acid. There was no movement. But my mind was folding into itself all the same. The window wasn't really a window, it was a screen whose image of the outside was stabilized to reduce the noticeability of the rotation giving us our .2g of artificial gravity. The Earth and the Moon were quickly shrinking peas in a cosmic soup of blackness. I couldn't help but feel melancholy to see my home shrinking behind me but my excitement for what was to come overrode those feelings. I decided to head to the emergency bathroom, designed in case we lost our artificial gravity tether, at the end of the crew compartment where the gravity was a little less and where there was a bit of privacy and a true window I could take one last look at Earth. I only looked briefly because the rotation became immediately noticeable and nauseating and the view was no different than that on the screen window but it was good to look back with my own eyes one last time. I returned to my seat in the crew cabin. My brother was less sentimental about the shithole we were leaving behind. With its many problems, he was ready to go years ago but I held out waiting until we could afford a Martian future that could surpass our Earth past. "Holy fucking shit, man, I can't believe it's finally happening." "I know, dude, we're finally going." I returned to my faithful staring out the window until the Earth was nearly indistinguishable from the stars around it. I don't know how long I sat there in silence. Hours. Eventually, I noticed I really had to pee. I made for the opposite end of the cabin where the bedrooms, bathrooms and controls were. "I was wondering when you guys were finally going to need to use the bathroom," our astronaut guide said grinning, "Remember to aim for the rim to reduce splashback." I noticed then that my brother had come with, also looking antsy to relieve himself. Then I woke up.