"Here they were, on the only planetary surface on which you could walk freely, naked to the wind and sun, and when they had a choice, they sat in boxes and stared at littler boxes, just as if they had no choice -- as if they were in a space station -- as if the bad old days of the caged centuries had never gone away. They didn't even look up at the stars at night. Walking among them, she saw that it was so. Indeed if they had been people who were interested in the stars they would not have still been here. There overhead stood Orion at his angle. 'the most beautiful object any of us will ever know in the world, spread out in the sky like a true god, in whom it would only be necessary to believe a little.' But no one looked." -- Kim Stanley Robinson, 2312.