The Moon is flat.
The bean counters told me we literally could not afford to buy seven dollars worth of moon rocks, much less seventy million. Bought ‘em anyway. Ground ‘em up, mixed em into a gel. And guess what? Ground up moon rocks are pure poison. I am deathly ill. Still, it turns out they’re a great portal conductor. So now we’re… Read more
It’d have to be a “years later” continuation. Somebody stumbles upon Doc Browns TP notes on the Flux Capacitor... or maybe plans for the locomotive (or the run-down locomotive itself). New cast of characters, new narrative, the trick is trying to do something new with time travel.
The real reason:
But there is still too much carnage.
Who doesn’t use email/text?
ReMEmber when Microsoft made a “budget” operating system that ran on pure adware?
Stroker Ace is the only right answer.