Morning dawns in Prague. I fly back to Los Angeles on Friday and even though I am in one of my favorite cities, I am starting to get that nervous-y, fluttery, airport-y feeling deep in my bowels. I'm not afraid to fly. But it's that constant-motion, stand-here-no-stand-there, airport security, always-mildly-on-alert feeling we all know and love. I had a dream some years ago, set 200 years in the future, when we had developed "jump technology" — teleportation — and most of the human population lived off-planet. Let's get cracking on this, people.
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