As my wife, myself, and Lt. David Smith return in our spacecraft to Earth, after taking an inspection tour of the Mars Satellite Relay System, which provides the base trunklines of the Interplanetary Internet, I begin to dread facing the freaky amoeba mice that have invaded our home.
In the midst of my trepidations, as I digitally embody myself to visit a street carnival while my physical body waits for the gentle float down to Earth, I muse on Social Media and how it has been defiled and mis-defined.
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