Grand Central Station:
Coming back to the city from Connecticut, he knew it was going to be hectic. He had just stepped his foot on the platform that was automatically moving. He no longer had to walk to the exit door. Controlling his luggage with the remote control, Jacquzee looked up and saw no soul on the terminal. The place shimmered like diamond and was empty. “Hello,” he said, echoing across the place, “Is there anybody out there?”
Nebula 18 on the Andromeda Galaxy:
Jacquzee lived in a small cottage. He would always wear his bubble jacket that kept him cozy and warm. He would look out his window and see the same boring buildings and busy roads everyday. Once a month, he would drive to the nearest McDonalds and treat himself with a Big Mac. During the nighttime, he would wear his special suit that would hold him down to gravity.
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