From Ganymede to Titan, yes sir, I've been around... (Open)

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Lister has discovered the Sensoriums. After he popped, discovering that  a) here, he's not the last human alive and b) there are hot women here, Lister figured that he was in heaven. But now that he's found a place that can make all his dreams come to life (much like the Better than  Life game, but without the unfortunate side effects of addiction and death), Lister /knows/ he's in Paradise.

It took him a while to think of the perfect place. Fiji, where his dream home is waiting for him? The Aigburth Arms in Liverpool, scene of so many pool triumphs? Maybe his very own tribe of Amazon goddesses who have lost all their men folk? It turned out to be a lot simpler than he thought.

He's back in his room on Red Dwarf, the original. There's the talking toaster (mercifully silent), there's Rimmer's revision timetable, with hints of curry. The full size pool table is a new addition, as is the bikini clad lovely standing behind the bar, but hey, it's his imagination, right?

Lounging in his bunk, Lister pops the tab on a can of lager, and raises it to the ceiling, with an expression of dreamy contentment.

"Cheers," he toasts the ceiling.