Letter to Jeff Bezos

Aeden Elstein

February 12, 2105

Dear Good Friend, Jeff Bezos,

I hope this galactic blast finds you in Martian bliss. 

Yesterday I was immensely disturbed. You see, I had bought groceries, a completely normal and mundane undertaking. However, when I got home I was heartbroken and appalled to see that my fridge did not–gasp–have enough space for my…. groceries!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was certainly a wake up call for me. I simply could not go on with that fridge. I needed a new fridge so I went to the local dump and dropped my refrigerator off with all the current food inside. As I continued on my way, eager to buy the biggest walk-in fridge that my house can hold, ( I might have to get rid of one of the VR rooms) I passed by a disturbing sight; miserable poor people. I was shocked, Jeff, utterly surprised! I thought they were just legends made up by my grandfather. By the way, he is currently on his 125th birthday going strong, money may not have bought him happiness but it certainly bought him time (But you already know that don’t you, Mr. Kicking-it-for-141-years?!!)

Anyway, he says they populated the city at one point, being all poor and what not. I think he said they used to do the jobs that our robots now do. Can you believe it? They worked in factories and warehouses, delivered people and goods, heck, they even worked as teachers and doctors not too long ago!! Thankfully, with our robots geared with the most advanced artificial intelligence we get perfection everywhere, can you imagine a human doing tasks and making mistakes? What a disaster! My grandfather always says “I’d take a robot surgeon over a Doctor Shmuck any day.” 

 I can't imagine what they do all day. They just stand around or are in their little houses and little apart-ments (I think that's what they are called.) I find it shocking how they live in these conditions. You can imagine, I researched their past and present conditions and my jaw dropped. How dare they be poor in this day and age! I mean it's so easy just to get money. It sure is easy for you and I, we just collect it in our coffers without breaking a sweat!

I apologize if this disturbs you as it does me. Just remember to blast back when you get the chance. I sure am disappointed that I couldn’t stay on Mars with you, but it was fun while it lasted. 

A correspondence from your dear and HUMBLE friend, 

Rich Chaching