I just want to work in a Starbucks, not a spaceship hurtling through the void.

Let me be a mailman in a dead-end suburb, not a space cop on Mars. <br><br>I want to work as a chef in a small Italian restaurant, not a nanomachine fabricator on a generation ship, in constant fear of dead nanobots clogging up the dome's pipes. <br><br>I want to spend my day working on a 20th-century muscle car, not a fusion-powered hovercar. <br><br>I want to work at a Blockbuster, not a human clone farm. <br><br>I want to have a Starbucks job in a Starbucks world, not a spaceship to Mars, asteroid or gas giant moon. <br><br>I want to be a school teacher, but not for AI humanoids. I just want to be a school teacher, for human children, in a small town.<br><br>I want to be a road worker, in a world of roads, in a dead-end town, in a dead-end state. <br><br>I don't want to live in a world where the newspaper headlines screaming about the next technological breakthrough every other day. <br><br>I don't want to live in the future. I want to live in the present.