They had been cramped for space, him and his people. Obviously this new age had solved the problem better.
"You're a fascinating person," the girl said. "I've never met anyone like you before. Tell me your story again."
The man was short and stocky, with Asiatic features and a long, stringy mustache. "The whole story?" he asked. "It would take a lifetime to tell you." He stared out the window at the yellow sun and the red sun. He still hadn't gotten used to seeing two suns. But that was minor, really, when there were so many other things he had to get used to.
A robot waiter, with long thin metal tubes for arms and legs, glided over. When he'd first seen one of those, he'd thought it was a demon. He'd tried to smash
A trivial story. The author makes up a couple of implausible future discoveries and decisions, then ends with a silly twist. The kind of thing that would make an 8 year old go, "Oooooooooo!"