All of a sudden, the future doesn't look so bleak (amuse me here for a minute).
For unto a present landscape of spoon-size microplastics haunting our headspace, unmoored ice shelves freewheeling their way across a surging sea, and corpo allies drooling with thoughts of torturing free thinkers in government gulags, rises one bright hope: Taco-dispensing ATMs.
The only problem? The only one we've ever heard of just opened over 1,400 miles away, in North Texas.