If you have flown above the clouds, you know how tempting and cosy they look. How a nimbus resembles a fluffy pillow good enough to sleep on.
This desire was, until a few years ago, cold and impossible. Then Cloud 9 appeared, and allowed humans to reach that fabled landscape.
Imagine a sort of astronaut suit, with the same fishbowl top and white suit, and you are halfway there. Pay a few thousands pounds, and you can jump out of a plane, and run across the clouds. The Cloud 9 suit solidified your footsteps, and protected you from the cold, the wind, and the rays of the sun.
For some this experience is a gimmick, like getting fish to clean your toes. Most people have tried a cloud run once, then stayed forever on the ground. But a few had looked out at the clouds from a plane all their lives.,and spent their childhoods staring at the sky, desperate to reach out and touch them. Cloud 9 solved all their wishes and desires.
Full contentment is a problem. Complete satisfaction is to brain like a car running out of petrol. Many walked out, and they never came back. Now when people flew above the clouds, every few hundred miles a lonely figure sits cross legged on that eternal blanket. A few will wave. Most are white suited skeletons, waiting for the rain to drop them to the ground.