The day Bella got to after finding that open travel machine.
She didn’t leave Earth. What other planet would tolerate massive queues for the supermarket checkouts? Technology didn’t change everything.
She wondered if anything was better in the future and would’ve stepped out to check but the machine took off again. Someone had a remote control.
Bella stepped out to where she’d been - in her park near the bandstand.
‘Be more careful where you park this thing, mister. Joyriding is terrible around here.’
She left before the gaping man could reply.