It's 2456. You are sitting in a Denny's on the outskirts of the megalopolis of Washington D.C. on Easter. The temperature outside is 145 degrees and one of many new pandemics are at large. This one if you get it kills you within ten days and you don't even feel sick. No one cares and a clone of JD Vance is president locked away in the White House and ruling as a dictator should.
