One Hundred Miles per Hour
Washington, D. C., December 2029
All morning during classes, Vic had been trying to think of new memories to make that he could sell, preferably for a decent price. He was wracking his brain, and though he thought he had a few good ideas, he wasn't sure.
The bell rang, indicating lunch, and Vic exited class and headed toward the cafeteria.
The usual crowd was gathered at the end of the table and seemed to be actively engaged in heavy conversation. Vic walked up and slapped Jibs on the back. "What's up? What are we talking about?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, but we're discussing an old movie, Fast and Furious."
"Fast and Furious? What for?"
"Because it was the epitome of nineties race-car movies—guys with big muscles, fast cars, and girls with
