Rupert climbs behind the wheel of an antique car. It's not a robocar. There's no lounge in the back, and the entire experience is giving me flashbacks to Toronto.
"How is this possible?" I ask as the car slides smoothly over the roads. "How is it that we're the only one with a car?"
"I told you Donald Anderson distrusts his own machines," he replies.
"Okay," I say, and try to wrap my head around all of this. "And how exactly is it that we're still breathing? I mean, the bots run everything, right? Without a ventilation system online, won't we all just...suffocate or something?"
He shakes his head. "You misunderstand. Remember how I told you that the machines weren't having much luck with the atmosphere?"
"Yes, and that's why I'm worried."
"But what you don't see is that Mars has an a
