It's a totally unbelievable premise for a science fiction story: it's 2019, and most people buy their books, clothes and household goods from a bald billionaire with an army of robots and his own private space program? Come on -- no one's going to find that plausible.
How about one where the world is polluted, overcrowded and so short on food that they're turning corpses into kibble? And we'll set it in 2022.
Working On A Starship
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