Sewer hose....

Out in the high desert, they had dug a lot of trenches, as wide as a double-wide, and miles long. Then they ran in sewer hose, water hose, and power and comm conduit. Then they extruded resin boxes, one after the other, six feet under the desert floor. And then they buried them, leaving only miles and miles of solar array showing over the acres. They called them "eco-condos", and moved a generation into them. It was great growing up underground, like insects, or rodents. By the time we got out of high-school, you could rent them dirt cheap. (heh-heh) My buds and our chicks would crawl up to the surface at night, and sit around on cheap resin patio chairs, smelling the wonderful desert air, looking up at the stars, watching the verticals dropping down from the space stations, heading for Edwards. I kept my nose clean, made all the right key-strokes, got through Greater Mojave Community College, and got a job as a spaceman. Five-four-three-two-one.....They had good drugs for the spacesickness now, and I floated down the corridor to my bunkhouse. It looked exactly like our crash pad under the desert. Same walls, same vid screens, same forced air. If everybody chipped in, you could buy the desert air smell as an extra.