Last Train To Teslaville

While rolling through the tunnels on the EL, the ElonLine, a bedraggled man comes by, panhandling — Hello my name is Lemmy and I am a homeless Venezuela War veteran— extending his StarBits card-reader as he walks by. I swipe him a cup of coffee and go back to reading news on my pad.

This is my sixth visit to Mars. My job at Gravitex ties me mostly to Earth, and…