Santiago RAMÓN TORRES

And at the beginning, only a few traveled, traveled modeling the way we see the world with the stories of their travels. They described the planet in their colors, with the aromas of their precise words and the sounds they heard, those they liked, those who understood. And the travelers were called explorers and humanity explored, explored in and out of their customs.
And then came the great and many travelers. The time when people lived from working for those who traveled and those who wen. The era to flee and escape.
Technology gave way to equality, and all humans became the same, worked for a trip, and when visiting the world, they gave a job to those who after them travel.
All were the same; we all related, in a shared way, our experiences, we all knew how cities, mountains, infinite landscapes sounded, smelled, and seemed.
And the travelers were called customers, holders of the greatest of all rights; the right to be right; holders of truth, capable of changing the course of the planet itself and history itself. And the earth became impossible, irrespirable, equal, homogeneous, and boring.
The taste and smell are unified according to the taste of the majority, no one is left out, and equality degenerated into the anarchy.
The governing of the right-thinking where the rights dragged humanity to the era of technology.
People degenerated into data, and the data consumed humanity; music was first, then smells and flavors, and in the end, the birth itself became a sort of data combination. And the travelers only wanted to travel and never work again, and the planet collapsed, and the great wars, the most significant epidemics, and the worst dictatorships came.
Until six eras passed and the seventh began, mine; the travel ban and the most significant condemnation to those who want to travel. The infinite peace caused by technology eradicated every shadow of violence in humankind.
Smart Data has recovered and preserved the planet by letting only nature to dictate the rules by which the world was governed. And everyone who thinks traveling is banned, sentenced to live outside time or die in any previous six ages.
I’m Jack Sneiper, a bootlegger, an outlaw of the seventh era, and this is one of my possible stories.