Last year my sister and I were contemplating what it would be like if teleports existed, and we decided that if it did exist they'd probably be as expensive and difficult to own as planes... and then we came up with the idea that most of us bourgeoisie would have to go to a tele-port to be teleported. Makes sense to me!
And you can assume owning a private teleport is as rare as owning a private plane.
Can this world get any more crazy? Hmm... we'll see.
I also added in a few more hints about being in the CSA on this page because hey, youth today doesn't know who Jefferson Davis was or what the confederate flag looks like. If anyone reading it doesn't get it by this point it's outta my hands.
Otto Wilcox is content with his lackluster life until his fate becomes entangled with that of Jupiter, a robot who's lived on earth since the year 1000 AD.
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