It’s 2034, on the morning of January 25th in New York City. I wake up, roll out of bed and quietly open the window to let the 70 degree dirty air inside without waking my 7 roommates (all sleeping in here with me, of course). Then I check my VR glasses to see where the cheapest Wendy’s breakfast sandwich surge pricing is and put it in Googazon Maps. The subway was abolished in 2028, but the cheap Wendy’s today is only a 40 minute detour from my car commute to Manhattan. I have to take a second detour around the Bronx because the levies broke again today. I catch a morning war report from President Hunter Brandon’s State Department to make sure the highway wasn’t bombed by American Zionist drone strikes.
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Side note, this post is the first creative writing I’ve done since college. I didn’t follow “show, don’t tell” to fit in more jokes.
It’s nice not being depressed and then coming up with a good post.
Good for you. I was going to do some creative writing recently but then I bordered on a mental breakdown for like a month and a half and it sidetracked me a bit.
Staring in horror as the government mandated VR glasses bind to my skin and begin playing unskippable ads at max volume. The projector in front shows that I am happy. I must purchase a baconator.
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Thanks, I hate it.
