One cold night on old Mars, Jherek Manatee

One cold night on old Mars, Jherek Manatee went down to the canal and began to croon: "I am a lone starfaring stranger, traveling through these worlds alone. There is no

more beguiling sight than the Milkyway,in the dark turns of Nilosyrtis". He unmoored his old barge, paddling out as Deimos rose into the Martian sky. Jherek Manatee's song

warbled unheard into the thin ether. There is an old saying on Mars that when Jherek Manatee sings the frozen depths will unleash their secrets in reply. As he sailed unsteadily

he realized he couldn't quite say that it was, "smooth sailing." He would have to report that the sailing was choppy at best. Jherek Manatee dispatched the silo-message into the Ma

nateeveeandphonedevicewithdata. Instantly Jherek's dispatch was in front of all the eyes of Policy Bureau and the General Secretary President Prime Minister. "Choppy is not good."

Apple tried to fight back against the banning of the SmartCar by blackmailing the bureaucracy with outing their furry erotica and retro ROM pirating habits. Google had the launch

party anyway, on the Good Ship Google, and everyone wore little pink furry suits and shouted "In Your Face!" as the Apple Smart Car sat revving furiously on the shore. Pinky McFurr

—socialite, influencer, bear—climbed up to the lido deck of the Good Ship Google and suveyed her followers. This party may never end, she thought to herself. Apple Smart car had

lost its little brain. "Duhhh, where'd you want to go again?" said Siri. "Uhhh, me am car. Duh, press gas pedal thingy, I go backwerdz." Tesla Autopilot just laughed and played a