UwU ~ Thanks for reading and thanks for the compliments! Indeed, I had worked on this story a way long back (ending in a Xtian note of the person weeping their own death as a spirit rising to Heaven) but now I wanted to spruce up a happier ending for the old man. And so, this his new Heaven, granted already a rebirth and to try again at life but without the ills of a century past.

Indeed, all the crass has to go! Horrid snow storms, possibly corrected by now. Fashion, better believe it that they didn't suffer having to live with NeoLiberalism for a long time!~ Society on that same beat too~ And I might have fun with this story a bit if I ever come back to it. Indeed, probably the best point of comparison of the two societies was indeed a microcosm example of one's clothing. (The whole Universe is full of galaxy hoppers being ripped open at random, who really knows how he got there and how long it really took him. For all we care, easily could've been in a time-stasis in a galaxy hopper and then released when it opened again once more~)

Indeed, I wanted to touch upon this aspect that I rarely see in Utopian stories ever: what the peck is the great-grandchildren like, where's the plot/story/pacing, what do people think of the past and how do people get around? I can only count on my one finger one story that does it, and it so happens to mainly fill up that one finger: Utopia by Sir Thomas More. Regardless, this is more of a "positive" projection of progress into the future and I just wanted to paint a happy story where indeed some problems yet do still remain unsolved and will have to be talked about and rectified. But, at the same time, isn't a death-defying trait of any one person.

Indeed, I was trying to comment on homeless vets and how disenfranchised they were. At least the ones that were denied of their guaranteed GI (basically like welfare for Troops) at the crises of Capital. And given the chance (notice that I didn't even mention the town's name until the 2119 date kicked in) to exist, he has a chance to connect to whatever is left and at least provide some guidance as a male-figure, knowing full well he can't nor wants to pretend even being a father-figure. (He's a bit smart to notice how a child like Clarentine got around fine, so he'd at least let the child be free and be his guidance instead.) But of course I was hoping to spark a memory inside of yer brain about that lil' match girl!!!!~ <<<<3333