I look up as we approach the structure. Even from below, it looks like a giant can of cola, stripped of its label. I don't understand how we're going to get inside it.
Donald's three lawyers, Rupert, Austin and I crowd into an automated golf cart. It speeds towards the structure and the android that await us at its base. I look up. The massive thing, the vehicle that's supposed to take us to our new home, glints in the afternoon sunlight, dazzling me. It's been maybe the craziest day of my life, and it's barely noon.
It all started when I woke up, ravenous, after my breakdown in the shower last night. I order a massive breakfast of eggs, toast, pancakes, hash browns, bacon and sausage. Then I stumble into the bathroom. I'm clean, fed, and rested. But as I look into the mirror, I notice l
