Finally out of your apartment, you find yourself in a bright, colorful plaza separating all the other housing buildings in the area. The area was designed by an artist who didn’t think anything about efficiency, so you have to navigate all the plant and seating arrangements to make it over to the bus stop. You wished you could take the car, however you exceeded your carbon footprint allotment for the week and the car is locked from you to use it. You know your wife will probably lend the car to the refugee living with your family and it’ll get wrecked somehow even though it’s an autonomous car.

In your rush, you nearly walk over an annoying little yapper dog that’s not on his leash. The dog bites your foot then decides to pee on it before you had a chance to get away. The dogs owner runs up to you calling for the dog, apparently named Sebastian. Compared to your wife or most women you interact with, she’s absolutely beautiful. The woman notices that the dog urinated on you.