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The hyperloop car traveling to Boston from Nantucket Island was sweaty. Every seat and space in-between were taken by the elderly, expecting mothers and the handicapped. Signs posted along the inside of the train gave explicit rules on the custom. Those who ignored the signs were kicked off of the train. Everybody held packets of paper in their hands.

A guard stood very stiff next to the door that would slide open when they arrived in the city. His black bodysuit was bulky with zippered compartments for various-sized weapons. He was holding a large, glossy gun diagonally across his chest, its nose toward the ground, ready to be drawn swiftly if needed. A hard-shell mask covered most of his face except his eyes, which were frozen, as if he were a statue.

A blue, noon sky showed no clouds that day. Boston was approaching and the train’s atmosphere grew anxious. Shay stood in between two walls of seats, against one of them to not fall over at the sharp turns the train made. She had never ridden the hyperloop before that day. It wasn’t common for most people to ride them between cities. In fact, it was uncommon for people not living in Boston to visit at all.

That’s because it usually wasn’t allowed.