Seems some escaped the genocides in the Americas, and Europe, and set up shop on assorted archipelagos. They're a fusion powered pocket of rationality in the post toilet world.
Having forcefields dark matter rail guns, and some former US Navy Nuke armed subs helps keep the Holy Republic of Jebus, and the Trailer Army of Aryan Cannibals' away. All in all a better deal than being registered meat in the food pens of what's left of Kansas.
That's where our hero Charlie comes in. Red Kansas. Red not for it's hats, but for it prime human meat. Ol' Charlie once a darling of the literati hunts human flesh. Hey it's a job, and they let him eat a portion of his catch.
This is not the 21st century George Jetson foretold to us.
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