Upon the hyperloop platform we get into one or two seater pods, pods that automatically load onto the next shuttle. They are comfortable enough to sleep in, but there's no point, you can go from London to New York in forty five minutes all in - ticket to arrival.
They've made special short movies for the hyperloop capsules. You can laugh all the way to your destination if that is what you wish.
The hyperloop brought back memories of childhood funfair rides as it accelerated or slowed, yet in between, as we moved beyond the speed of sound, it was as if we were everywhere and nowhere all at once.
There was the public hyperloop and the secret channels, the world everyone knew about and the one that was just for the ultra-intelligent, an exclusive club or sorts, the kind mobs make conspiracy theories about. But you know what we say, eh? If they haven't bothered making a conspiracy theory about you then who are you, really?
Some folks chose their destinations on the hyperloop, not me though. My ticket arrived with a destination and an instruction to start packing. That's how we live, we ghosts.