**States of Change is a Goodness First work of serial, speculative fiction that takes place in 2076, several decades after the United States has defederalized. The story and subtext are provided for reader entertainment and contemplation. Feel free to comment on the ongoing story-line and themes .**
"Hey elm Renny! Day two of Summer Week here we are!"
Netti sits heavily on the poolside lounge chair, setting her red, white and blue beach bag alongside. Renny looks over the rims of her green bamboo, fashion VisAR; its LED glints with the steady red of standby mode.
"Another sunny day, Netti, my sound! Where's Hamilton?"
"He's chilling with the kids in the Em Pea Zee today."
"Times two...our lives are in sync!"
"More likely Ham wants to access two way live-stream."
"Click. Well, here's to the Solar Sisters Club, web-free!"
Renee hands Netti a plastic bottle, its exterior churning with fractal inspired art around the Voila! logo.
"Cheers grand! Double Ex to no incoming data!"
"Yum Ee plus nine! Is this pomegranate and sudachi, I flave?"
"Poss hun, and with just a hint of Ell Ess Dee Prime. Quite pitch refreshing!"
Netti lays down on the lounge chair and lets out an extended sigh.
"Okay elm Netti, what's vertical? You and Ham dancing with the Dawkins?"
"Oh, I don't know, Renny. The same old parent work challenges. I've sussed out the latest child management apps and nothing seems to help Fry over his Ess and Ess fits."
"Terrible Twos engaged. With all that's changed in our lifetime, some things are as great a challenge as they've ever been. Gotta admit though, having a family week off every three months at least lets we engineers catch an Eden reboot, don't you think?"
The two tap bottles and their designs morph from fractal spins to firework fusillades.
"Sure, sis grand, sure. Unplugging from the d-stream and the augment minefield is solid state. Still, wouldn't it be Ee plus eleven to have retirement to look forward to."
"Retirement's a word for the wicked, elm. A Tar Heal's gotta work for a living, family and state!"
"Yeah. Click. Family and state." Netti exhales. "Grand elm, root and true."
After a shared snicker, both women close their eyes behind their inactive VisARs, and dream the fuzzy fantasies while their skins shimmer with photon induced sensation.