One of the other men, Lespere, was talking. “Well, I had me a good time: I had a wife on Mars, Venus, and Jupiter. Each of them had money and treated me swell. I got drunk and once I gambled away twenty thousand dollars.”

But you’re here now, thought Hollis. I didn’t have any of those things. When I was living I was jealous of you, Lespere; when I had another day ahead of me I envied you your women and your good times. Women frightened me and I went into space, always wanting them and jealous of you for having them, and money, and as much happiness as you could have in your own wild way. But now, falling here, with everything over, I’m not jealous of you any more, because if it's over for you as it is for me, and right now it's like it never was. Hollis craned his face forward and shouted into the telephone. “If it's all over, Lespere!”

Silence.

“It's just as if it never was, Lespere!”

“Who’s that?” Lespere’s faltering voice.

“This is Hollis.”

He was being mean. He felt the meanness, the senseless meanness of dying. Applegate had hurt him; now he wanted to hurt another. Applegate and space had both wounded him.

“You’re out here, Lespere. It's all over. It’s just as if it had never happened, isn’t it?”

“No.”

“When anything’s over, it’s just like it never happened. Where’s your life any better than mine, now? Now is what counts. Is it any better? Is it?”

“Yes, it’s better!”

“How!”

“Because I got my thoughts, I remember!” cried Lespere, far away, indignant, holding his memories to his chest with both hands.

And he was right. With a feeling of cold water rushing through his head and body, Hollis knew he was right. There were differences between memories and dreams. He had only dreams of things he had wanted to do, while Lespere had memories of things done and accomplished. And this knowledge began to pull Hollis apart, with a slow, quivering precision.

“What good does it do you?” he cried to Lespere. “Now? When a thing’s over it’s not good any more. You’re no better off than I.”

“I’m resting easy,” said Lespere. “I’ve had my turn. I’m not getting mean at the end, like you.”

Idea: a button/'app'/shortcut on a phone you can press when pointing your phone camera at something (camera not actually necessary you'll see why), and the thing tells you what the first 'place' in front of you likely is, based on the direction you're facing and your location.

The 'it's a shortcut' version is just something that replicates opening a map app and selecting a space ~5m in front of you (hence direction relevance), and returning the first location result of that selection, but in calls rather than macro-UI prompts.

Camera interaction would be for the advanced implementation where it not only does the above, but separately tries to determine the location based on the picture, and/or corroborates this response with the response of the map-based result to try and produce a more accurate answer.

An overall focus on the idea is never to throw back a lat/long.

This thought brought to you by wishing I could just check a map like a video game.

"Aww paunch! Light-Tech Security!"
"Hellote."
"No probalo."
"Dump tell no mandy, it's just a land mower turned bankways!"
"Prude me in, Couch Z. I'm Reggie Toupée."
"Good efening, Bontilda. Fourty-twone will be on your lest." (And pretty much anything Senor Cardgage says.)
"Needless to say, I was perplexed, and intriguéd." (pronounced 'intregwayed'.)
"Todaybor day is Labor day!"

And so many more. I intended to make this a post I'd extend as time went on....

But now we're out of time.