Frank removed his neural synced hard hat. “It’s hopeless!”


    “Hey man, the regulations say never to remove that,” said Bob.


    “But Bob, will we ever clean it all up?”


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    “I dunno, man. I mean, first, they distributed those damn replicators everywhere with a promise of post-scarcity. But they didn’t plan on people always tossing so much away.”


    “Never-ending mounds …” Frank pointed to the horizon.


    “I know, man. Instead of stopping it all, they gave us these virtual hookups. I mean, when you experience paradise, who cares, right?”


    Frank put his hard hat back on and shrugged. “Sure, who cares?”