People did not share one another's joys and sorrows, partings and reunions.
For example, Satoru Gojo, who had never lacked money in his life, could not understand at all why Sherlock was so sad right now.
Rolling his eyes irritably at the utterly hopeless Sherlock, Satoru Gojo once again showed off his collection with an absolutely supreme air of nonchalance.
Satoru Gojo's exclusive super Special Grade Cursed Tool-a Command Block with a numeric keypad!
Just how absurd was this thing? Put it this way: all you had to do was pick it up, hold that crescent-shaped receiver to your ear, and tell the microphone what you wanted.
Sherlock cried even harder when he saw this. Seriously, across his two lifetimes, Sherlock had seen plenty of phones, but this was his first damn time seeing a Command Block!
Just how absurd was this thing?
Take food, for example. All you had to do was pick it up, wait until an incredibly sweet female voice on the other end asked, "What can I help you with?" and tell her what you wanted.
Whether it was a regional specialty or a limited-time offering, you only had to ask, and it would absolutely be delivered to you half an hour later. Even the flavor would be customized to your specifications, and its temperature would be in the ideal range for eating, or even the range that made it taste best to you.
It was not just those so-called limited offerings. As long as something edible still existed on this planet, you only had to ask for it, and no matter how bizarre the damn thing was, you would see it half an hour later.
And it was not just food. Clothing, food, housing, transportation-anything at all took half an hour at most. If it