I wouldn’t mind spending my remaining years in a low gravity environment with enriched oxygen, but I would still need the same internet and pizza services.
One of the best feelings ever is hitting a ball 300 metres or so onto a green and seeing it plop in a tiny little hole at the end. Priceless.Walking down a crisp fairway at 7:00am when the air is crystal clear and the ducks and other birds have just woken up, similarly priceless.
I swear someone at the gym keeps messing with the gravity controls.