Midnight in Beijing.
It was 8 am in Washington.
For most Americans, the day had just begun.
Inside a home in the suburbs of New Jersey, a couple and their four-year-old child enjoyed breakfast at the dining table.
Julia added some dressing into the salad bowl. She glanced at the news on the TV, which was about the Ares project. She couldn't help but say, "I don't get it, why do we have to spend money to compete with China on this. Can't the money be better used elsewhere?"
Brad was munching on a bacon sandwich. He grinned at the TV and spoke.
"You don't get it, this is what guys do."
Julia rolled her eyes at her husband.
"Yeah, a truck driver cares about space. It's not like they're going to let you drive a truck on Mars."
Brad raised his eyebrows and smiled as he said, "It might happen one day. Apparently, Ares is recruiting volunteers, so maybe I'll be like Han Solo…"
"Don't even think about it!"
