That’s a common confusion. Ghosts are tied to the location of their death, and thus the only ghosts on Mars are from native life or extraterrestrials that traveled to Mars while alive and died there.
Spirits, on the other hand, get around.
There was definitiely a Spirit on Mars.
And now a Spirit ghost.
From the movie Poltergeist: “Poltergeists are usually associated with an individual. Hauntings seem to be connected with an area. A house usually.” - that’s why a movie about a particular house, and not an individual was called Poltergeist 
The title “The Haunting” was already taken.
To me, “hubristic liner” sounds like a euphemism for adult diapers.
“Pennsylvania wiring” isn’t actually a thing, is it? This is just ANSI-nerds’ nightmare of what life would be like if it weren’t for them, right?
Not sure about that (I doubt it), but there is such a thing as a “California 3-way”. And not that, pervert.
That’s what ExplainXKCD says:
Have you ever read this story - Chapter 12 (“Bugs” by Christopher Anvil - a parody of computer incompatibility)
Stewart walked behind the vehicle they’d come in, pulled on a lever, and the lower half of the rear door opened down horizontally, the upper half swung up horizontally; and, as he pulled again, inner doors swung out right and left, the four half-doors making an extension open at the rear. Several inches underneath, two steel beams slid back below the lower door.
“This is a so-called male port. The female port is wider and higher. Now, watch.” He heaved on the lever, and the two steel beams slid further, to project beyond the rear of the extension. “These support the floor of the joined ports, and the ends rest in brackets underneath the other vehicle’s port. That joins the vehicles, and nobody slips in the mud or drops freight overside. But, boy, if the troughs are curved, or the trucks don’t match just right—”
“Why not just have a gate that drops down at the rear of the truck, with a chain on each side to keep the gate horizontal? That would work.”
Stewart thought it over. “Maybe. Unfortunately, we’ve now got regulations that require male or female ports, made to the standard pattern. This is the standard pattern. At least it’s less bad than the gas nozzles. If they come out with one more pattern—”
“What, for the gas pumps?”
“At last count, there were eighteen different designs, and they make the intake on the auto to fit the nozzle. It depends on which car company strikes what deal with which gas company. Well, let’s go see Jake.”
Randy, his head spinning, cranked the car and climbed in. Stewart started to pull out onto the road, then jammed on the brake. Out in the street, a truck rumbled past pushing a row of little shovels through the concrete troughs, to leave dirt and trash in long low piles to either side.
Randy massages his temples, and watched a horse and open carriage rumble past at the corner. The horse was moving right along, and the people in the carriage grinned at Stewart and Randy waiting for the trough-cleaner. Stewart said, “Ah, nuts,” and let the clutch out so fast the car bucked and stalled. This brought gales of laughter from the carriage.
Stewart snarled, “I’ll crank it. You work the throttle.”
Randy dragged his mind off the question why, if this were a dream, he hadn’t woken up yet. He discovered that Stewart had left the car in gear just as Stewart found out, and said some words Randy hadn’t heard before. Then they had the vehicle started, and jounced and slammed through the dirt piled into the junctions as the main troughs were cleaned out.
“It would all be so easy,” said Stewart, fighting the wheel, “if it weren’t for the details. This is obviously the transportation system of the future—and yet—look at this.”
On the street in front were two long things like narrow trap doors that popped open as they crossed the intersection. It dawned on him that these were trough-covers, closed to keep the horses from falling where horse-streets and car-streets crossed on the same level. And, of course, the covers had to open for the vehicles to get through.
“Quite a thing,” said Stewart cynically, “when the trough cover gets grit in its hinges. Either the horses break their legs, or the cars climb out of the troughs.”
“Why not pave the whole street and have done with it?”
“We can never vote it in. The horse interests go along with whoever favors the present set-up, and together they vote down any change. To pave the street would mean cars could go near horses, and scare the daylights out of them. And it would end the set-up we’ve got now, when only horses can go everywhere. Naturally, the horse-freight outfits want to keep that. It makes you wish Gritz hadn’t invented the security slot in the first place.”
And the fortune-telling app is pre-installed!
I’m going to be in Amesterdam this Wednesday; let’s see how it influences me (my guess is probably not much - I already agree with their approach).
It seems to me that everyone in the comic is basically in agreement. Where’s the part that stops the city from decreasing cars?
This is just the discussion among the policy wonks, I assume. When someone actually proposes to the public some action that would restrict cars, then they get so much pushback from everyone else that it dies.
Did you read the first few panels?
The comic’s showing a progression in views through time.
I HATE social deduction games. I’ll purposely lose in Werewolf just so I can be eliminated and play a game more to my liking.
Brian