The planet is almost finished. The parks have been designed, the lakes filled, the temples and vending machines are open for business. The cables and ducts have been laid and the data banks installed. The robot buses are running. The apartment blocks are ready to receive their new residents. So, all the more disappointing that the colonists refuse to move in. The specifications are still wrong, they insist. The rain is too wispy and fine. The gravity is less than expected. The views over the bay don’t match the prospectus. The shade of the morning sky is not quite right.