Instalment One Hundred and Thirty Two

Spare change mister?

Get a job? I did that… Give the people what they want and they’ll give you the world, that’s what my old man told me, well people don’t know a god damn thing. It was me that invented The Personal Transporter. Okay, I’m sorry. But remember Day One? I was a hero. No traffic, no morning commute. Fuel consumption plummeted, the environment was saved. There was no more A to B, life was no longer a journey, it was a destination.

Day Two.
Every automotive worker was redundant, as were drivers. Taxis, deliveries, shipping, public transport emptied, airlines grounded and airports deserted.

Mass unemployment.

Then things started to get worse.

Streets were empty, why walk? There was no need for convenience stores or bad lunch spots by offices, they all closed. Why go to a supermarket when you could Transport to a farm in Spain? Hotels shut, your bed was always just there. Real Estate became worthless.

When the whole world is local, if you’re not somewhere, you’re nowhere. And ninety nine percent of the world was nowhere.

But what it did to people was worse. There was a bug, The Personal Transporter made the world wait-less.

To be continued.