The year is 2030, burgerlanders are rarely seen on the roads. Roving gangs of autonomous trucks rampage about any paved roadway and crush anything that the AI recognizes as organic. The people hide in fear when convoys come to town to deliver their treats, quickly gather them when they are dispensed, and scatter like cockroaches in the light. In their hovels, they cherish the fine quality wares from China, and quietly coo to themselves "thank you Jeff Bezos, thank you Ronald Reagan, thank you John Wayne... thank you for our... freedoms".