Morning. Coffee synthesizer on the fritz. Again. I ask myself for the twentieth time why I hadn’t spent the extra cash for a Mac iBrew. Maybe I can grab a cup at work. I dress slowly, pulling on my jumpsuit, buckling the belt. Shuffle to the bathroom, where my shaved head stares back at me from the mirror. I look much better with hair, but hey, it’s the future, and that’s the law. I grab my transit pass and head out the door for the short walk to the E Station. The gathered crowd waits silently, avoiding eye contact. Looks like E-Tran’s running on time for a change! Preceded by a rush of air, the car approaches, stops, and as the doors open we enter, resembling a school of bald, colorfully jump-suited fish. The doors close, and we’re on our way. Fifteen thousand miles straight up. Yawn. Just another boring office commute…

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