In twenty-three twenty-six, beneath a neon sky,My bionic father drove where silver hovercars fly.From Neo Reno’s towers to Neo Sunnyvale’s glow,His autonomous cruiser hummed along below. But halfway through the desert, with a sudden fearful frown,He said, “Son, I need a stop—I must put this vehicle down!”He found a gleaming rest stop, all chrome and … Continue reading “The Towel War of 2326” by RomeDome →