The train sailed over the old tracks, hovering millimeters above them with superconductors.
Virgil’s great-grandfather, Bertram, groaned. “First you clone me, resurrecting me from cells, and now a hovering train. It’s too much for me, born in the 1800s!”
“Hovertrains are perfectly ordinary,” argued Virgil.
The train entered a tunnel in Wyoming.
The train reappeared in the Siberian railway.
Old Bertram moaned, “What the…?”
“Wormhole tunnel,” shrugged Virgil. “Perfectly ordinary.”
“One more crazy innovation,” spat Bertram. “And I’ll die of a heart attack!”
Brent held the soup that nanobots created in seconds. He grinned sheepishly. “Look! Perfectly ordinary stew.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/12/05/7-december-2018/
Superconductors in trains: http://www.supraconductivite.fr/en/index.php?p=applications-trains-maglev-more