‘The gladiolas are progressing nicely,’ Sally said. ‘Yes, the covering is helping our effort to grow plants,’ Socrates agreed. ‘I spoke with Abigail at the Market and she said that due to Supply Chain Issues, there would not be any toilet tissue for some time. ‘Well…I love our bidets but often there is not enough water pressure to run them,’ Socrates said. ‘I was able to purchase some hamburger that is manufactured by AI,’ Sally said with a smile. ‘Perhaps our AI will clean us after we do our business,’ grinned Socrates. Oh…Soc…you are such a kidder,’ Sally laughed.

‘I miss my books…I had hundreds you realize…a collection spanning over 60 years,’ Socrates bemoaned. ‘I have been reading online from the books of The Happy Traveler and The Book Of Jonathon…they are compiled from WordPress,’ Sally said. ‘Yes I love the humor of Garfield Hugs…it appears that Garfield was a god in the days before the Boom,’ Socrates said with a knowing look.

‘It seems that hate overtook our ancestors…they measured their wisdom by how many of those who were not like them that they could kill,’ Sally said with a tear in her eye. ‘As the Earth became hotter and the floods and droughts increased…they all sought higher ground…until the meteor…’

‘Would you like a cup of Sanka,’ asked Donald the AI assistant? ‘I did not realize that there was any Sanka left,’ said Socrates. ‘I hoarded several cases for you…along with Postum and Ovaltine,’ Donald answered. ‘I can not get over how much he looks like the former President Donald Trump,’ said Sally. ‘After the Boom, the AI’s manufactured their servant AI models after all of the former Presidents of the United States.

‘Remember Church, asked Socrates? ‘I loved Church…it made me feel so peaceful and hopeful,’ said Sally. ‘They all closed after the Boom…there was already spars attendance and the Storefront Preachers took over the remainder of Society,’ said Sally. ‘Yes, there were those who preached hate and venom and destruction for anyone who did not believe like them…and there were those who thought that a spaceship was on its way… with the express mission…to pick up the survivors,’ Socrates noted sadly.

Great, great, great, great, great, great, great, Grandpa Billy B. use to say, ‘Well, it is just about bedtime,’ when he went to sleep at night and, ‘Wakey…Wakey,’ when he awoke in the morning,’ Socrates said with a sly grin. ‘Well it is just about bedtime…power off,’ said Socrates.

‘Power On…Wakey Wakey,’ Sally said the next morning.