What makes a potato salad? Is it a dollop of mayonnaise, a dash of white sugar, and perhaps some minced celery? Not in the future. In the future, single bowls of potato salad are made by thousands of people. People from everywhere: citizen venture capitalists, ready to advance the interests of the species through one man in one kitchen with one vague desire to eat. The entire course of human history — kings murdering for crowns; millions dying in the machinery of revolution; every prayer; every orgasm — has led to this potato salad.
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