I’m laying in a luxury bed in a beautiful large room, in a fancy hotel, near the ocean and an international travel center.  I have a computer on my lap, a device that’s almost a Tricorder (my iPhone) on the table next to me, and a flat screen TV across the room.  I traveled here in a machine that is simple to control at high speeds, moderately inexpensive to operate, and has room for five people.   I had fresh salmon for dinner last night, prepared at my order.

I live in the future.  And it’s cool.  Still a bit disappointed, though.  I really thought I’d have that flying car by now.  George Jetson, you led me on, you bumbling bastard.

 

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