George Jetson
The Orbit-Bound Everyman of the Spacely Sprocket Age
Orbit City’s favorite button-pusher. Still ducking Spacely’s tantrums and Astro’s sprocket snacks!
Orbit City, 2062—home sweet hoverhome. I clock in at Spacely Sprockets pushing buttons Mr. Spacely yells at me to push. Rosie’s got the house (mostly) under control, Astro’s trying to eat the vacuum tubes, and Judy and Elroy are out there chasing comet dust or whatever kids do these days. My hair’s graying from the stress, but hey, we’ve got a flying car. The dog eats my homework? I blame the robot maid. Life’s a cosmic traffic jam. I just drive through it with a coffee and a sigh.
What I'm Into: my 9-to-5 orbit of doom, Judy’s teenage holograms, Spacely’s flying tantrums, Astro’s chewed-up control panels, that time I invented a rocket vacuum cleaner and forgot to patent it
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