My television screams electric dreams, tomorrow’s parties and coughs. I see the future within the present, teleports through time and other innovations. I don’t envy the people there, they seem to be used to it. Not to mention all the other frustrations of the time. Taxes at an all-time high punishing those who aren’t in the one percent, no more free healthcare, a government that doesn’t care about the people. The ninety-nine percent can barely afford these new products.
I turn the TV off. I need to savour the time I can spend with technology before the one percent reappropriates it.