K and I were flying through western history, through feudalism and the crushing darkness of contemporary capitalism.
We went further into the future, past global war, eternal slavery, permanent dynasties, and the end of the earth.
We couldn’t tell what year it was. We were in a box store with no windows, no doors, and no walls and no reachable exits. The endless indoors. Technology had removed the need to eat and sleep, even to work.
Bands of consumers, what used to be called families, wandered without end in search of bargains.
On the edges of our minds lurk the massive machines that kept us alive and in place.
It was over.