… your left foot reflexively reaches for the ion clutch every time you start your plasmaporter.
… you’re still a little uncomfortable about robot marriage.
… you recall the pride you felt voting to re-elect President Perry for the fifth time.
… you remember trees.
… the first-generation argon phosphate batteries in your artificial organs start losing their charge.
… you experience thoughts that haven’t been pre-approved by the Glorious Cadre.
… you value phony personal interactions over authentic electronic intimacy.
… your children’s names do not include numerals.
… you still sometimes question the infallible directives of the Glorious Cadre.
… you remember when water was colorless, odorless and tasteless. Yuck!
… you have been selected for corporeal decommissioning by the Glorious Cadre. Report to the Center for Grand Departures tomorrow at 08:15:17:00.