‘Where we at, Johnny?’ asked Sal, turning to her husband. ‘This don’t look like the USA no more.’
‘It ain’t, Sal, at least, not the USA we know - the Original one. We took your ideas, in your in-between life state, when you’s was a Holo. Brilliant, Sal, just like you, only sparkly.’
She smiled in return.
Johnny continued, ‘We applied those ideas - Transfusionic Photonization. We took the ideas from GRID and bunker building, simulation - We’re doing it, Sal, we’re hop-skipping across the Universe. That star system the Transmission was about - The Aporian - It’s our Final destination in a few years.’ He looked at Jimmy, who looked at Susie, ‘Or a few hundred years, give or take.' He turned back to Sally, ‘There’s no way this could’ve been done without you. Look at the schematics.’
Johnny turned a knob or two from their board business meeting room. The surroundings turned into a swing set at a park. And then a Carousel by a highway. ‘It’s got all the renderings, of home. But we’re tucked away, in a little spherical asteroid. Enough spin to mimic gravity, enough people to keep US Alive, and enough velocity to get out of the Milky Way before that Collision with Andromeda. We couldn’t save everyone back home, not physically, anyway, but we saved enough - we can rebuild again, and we can restart. A few other ships like this one got built. Some even bigger, some with ocean renderings and real water in them. It looks just home. It’s got Sky Simulations and everything, the moon, the stars, so we never forget when we came from. The kids might even go a few generations forgettin’ where we are if we don’t tell ‘em.’
Sally held out her hand and squeezed Johnny’s.