Coincidence, Connection, Inevitability (2)

Countless air vehicles flew through the sky.

A hyperloop train sped through the heart of the city.

Even the people bustled about every minute and every second.

“This is what you call a place where people live.”

Slurp.

I took a sip of cheap synthetic coffee and muttered lightly.

As its name suggested, synthetic coffee was not the luxury stuff made by grinding real beans, but to someone with an undiscerning palate like mine, it all tasted about the same anyway.

It didn’t taste as bad as I’d expected.

Maybe the only flaw was that they’d put in too much syrup.

As you could tell just by trying the megacorp hot dogs sold at our grocery store, a low unit price didn’t necessarily mean something tasted bad...