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Off to Work

Alphonse and I decide to carpool to work the next morning. His small car pulls up in front of my house at 8, our shift starts at 9. I’m glad that we have the full hour to get there, sometimes security can take a while. I shove by bag over the back of the passenger seat and wedge myself in. The hydrogen cell makes no noise as he starts the car and pulls away from the curb.

What, you thought we’d all have flying cars by now? God, no. They tried that for a while in the 2040s, but it was a horrible idea. They took so much gas to operate, and cost so much that no one wanted one. I mean, I guess Hugh Heffner (who purchased a robot body when they first came out in 2020) got one or something, but that’s different. No one has a personal spaceship, no one has jet packs, and we don’t have robot butlers. There are no time machines. I know, it’s totally boring, right?

Alphonse and I work at the library, which is great. I get to learn a lot about you people, and he gets to… well he gets to play on the computer.

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