“Oh Jack, do you think we should? I know my parents … They’ll get so angry.”


    “Yes, Marsha, let’s elope!”


    They took an auto-hovercraft toward the city.


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    ‘Years later,’ they had children and became financially successful, running their own business with a private shuttle for traveling to Martian colonies.


    “Jack … Jack … Jack!”—yelled his wife, Laura.


    Jack shut off the program ‘What if …’ and removed his neural headset—“Yes, dear?”


    “Get off your lazy ass and help me with the groceries! That damn replicator broke again. I told you it was crap! We’ve got enough debt already!”