Why would I want to book someone's face?
1992-
I thought I could do it. I thought I would be able to walk into the wild and walk out with no problem. But here I am now: alone and dying on bus 142. I snuggled into my sleeping bag, trying to ignore the dull throb and sharp shots of pain throughout my entire body. The smell of moss and old meat protruded my thoughts, causing me to bury myself even deeper in the bag, trying and failing to catch any drift of something that smelled like civilization. Mind over matter, Chris. What you don't mind doesn't matter. I repeated that to myself about every 5 minutes with little success in any sort of comfort. Seeking sleep and the bliss of not having to exist or think for a while, I shut my eyes and began to drift off.
2018-
I awoke with a start. Sitting up I could feel my joints pop a little as they moved back into favorable positions. That's odd. Why can I sit up if I couldn't even move my toes when I fell asleep? I opened my eyes against the bright light coming in through the window. A window? What? As I looked around to take in my surroundings I grew more and more confused. I was in a bedroom; a nice one at that. But how could I be here? Wasn't I just in bus 142 on the brink of death? On the bedside table there was some sort of metal device. When I picked it up it appeared to turn on. There were cracks all over the glass screen. What the heck is this piece of trash? It read the time: 9:42 a.m. Okay, so I slept through the night... But how many nights? The little device also read: Saturday, October 13. Wasn't it just August? Wasn't I about to DIE?
I got out of bed and went through a door that lead to a hallway. The hall was also decorated quite nicely, and there were pictures of my family and I on the wall. My family and I? Taking a closer look I noticed a time stamp in the bottom right corner: August 8, 2018. 2018? 2018!? No, impossible. It was just 1992 and I was in bus 142 about to bite the bullet. Chris, calm down. Clearly there's a mistake. You're dreaming. To my left I noticed a staircase and followed it down to the first floor. When I finished my descent I found myself in the kitchen. It was filled with blinking lights and sleek metal designs. I need a phone. I need to call someone to help me figure out where I am.
On the counter to my left there was a piece of paper with someone's handwriting scribbled on it. It read: Chris, don't forget to go to the Apple Store to get a new phone. Take this money with you to pay for it. Your dad and I will be home at 7. Love, Mom. Mom?? What is happening. This is the weirdest dream, if it even is a dream. I do need a phone though! The Apple Store? Like the old computers? Standing around was going to get me nowhere, so I grabbed the wad of hundred dollar bills and left the house. I walked down the sidewalk until I found a sign that said Bus Stop and waited. It took me about an hour and a half of getting lost and asking which stop I needed to get off of but I was finally dropped off in front of a giant building with a light up apple on the front.
When I approached the doors they opened automatically. I had seen automatic doors before but never this efficient and advanced. They were stupid anyway -- I can open my own door just fine! As I entered, the first thing I noticed was all of the white that they had has decoration. White- so boring. It just made everything in the store look futuristic and cold. All the metal, glass, and sleek edges and designs were absolutely disgusting. Do people still not understand that nothing good comes from stupid tech and money? The world hasn't changed at all.
"Hi! My name's Jared, can I help you find something today?" The voice startled me out of my thoughts, making me jump a little.
"Yes. Hi, my name is Chris. I need a phone." I managed to respond, still unsure of how to function in this scenario.
"Sure thing! Come with me." Jared lead me over to a large table full of the same metal and glass objects that looked like the one I saw this morning. "Which one were you thinking?" he asked me.
"Whichever will make a phone call." I responded.
Jared just laughed. Does he think I'm joking? That's rude.
"I think I can manage that." he finally said. "How about this one?" he pointed to one that looked identical to all the others. Is there even a difference?
After 2 hours of waiting and more waiting, Jared finally gave me the new phone that had been synced with something called "iCloud" and "Apple Id" so that I would have all of my old "contacts" and "data". Why do people enjoy this. Why is this even a thing. I asked Jared how to make a call and he looked at me like I was crazy. Rude, again. Why are people like this. He finally showed me how to press on something called an "app" that help all of the phone numbers I had. I scrolled to "M" and pressed "Mom", waiting for her to pick up now. After the 3rd ring she answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi Mom, it's Chris."
"Oh Chris! You got your new phone did you?"
"Yeah Mom I did. I just have a ques-"
"That's great sweetie. So happy for you! Did you download Snapchat? Instagram? Facebook? Will you friend me? Will you tweet me?! Oooh, you should download Tinder! get back into the dating world! See if that girl from your firm is on there! She's cute!"
What did she just say? Snapchat? Facebook? Why would I want to book someone's face? Tinder? Girl from my firm? My firm... why do I have a firm? Firm's are for lawyers and I told my parents I didn't want to lead that sort of life... What is happening.
"Um, Mo-"
"Sorry Chris I have to go. About to go into a meeting, I'll see you at 7!"
The phone beeped and she was gone.
What. Is. Happening.
I thought I could do it. I thought I would be able to walk into the wild and walk out with no problem. But here I am now: alone and dying on bus 142. I snuggled into my sleeping bag, trying to ignore the dull throb and sharp shots of pain throughout my entire body. The smell of moss and old meat protruded my thoughts, causing me to bury myself even deeper in the bag, trying and failing to catch any drift of something that smelled like civilization. Mind over matter, Chris. What you don't mind doesn't matter. I repeated that to myself about every 5 minutes with little success in any sort of comfort. Seeking sleep and the bliss of not having to exist or think for a while, I shut my eyes and began to drift off.
2018-
I awoke with a start. Sitting up I could feel my joints pop a little as they moved back into favorable positions. That's odd. Why can I sit up if I couldn't even move my toes when I fell asleep? I opened my eyes against the bright light coming in through the window. A window? What? As I looked around to take in my surroundings I grew more and more confused. I was in a bedroom; a nice one at that. But how could I be here? Wasn't I just in bus 142 on the brink of death? On the bedside table there was some sort of metal device. When I picked it up it appeared to turn on. There were cracks all over the glass screen. What the heck is this piece of trash? It read the time: 9:42 a.m. Okay, so I slept through the night... But how many nights? The little device also read: Saturday, October 13. Wasn't it just August? Wasn't I about to DIE?
I got out of bed and went through a door that lead to a hallway. The hall was also decorated quite nicely, and there were pictures of my family and I on the wall. My family and I? Taking a closer look I noticed a time stamp in the bottom right corner: August 8, 2018. 2018? 2018!? No, impossible. It was just 1992 and I was in bus 142 about to bite the bullet. Chris, calm down. Clearly there's a mistake. You're dreaming. To my left I noticed a staircase and followed it down to the first floor. When I finished my descent I found myself in the kitchen. It was filled with blinking lights and sleek metal designs. I need a phone. I need to call someone to help me figure out where I am.
On the counter to my left there was a piece of paper with someone's handwriting scribbled on it. It read: Chris, don't forget to go to the Apple Store to get a new phone. Take this money with you to pay for it. Your dad and I will be home at 7. Love, Mom. Mom?? What is happening. This is the weirdest dream, if it even is a dream. I do need a phone though! The Apple Store? Like the old computers? Standing around was going to get me nowhere, so I grabbed the wad of hundred dollar bills and left the house. I walked down the sidewalk until I found a sign that said Bus Stop and waited. It took me about an hour and a half of getting lost and asking which stop I needed to get off of but I was finally dropped off in front of a giant building with a light up apple on the front.
When I approached the doors they opened automatically. I had seen automatic doors before but never this efficient and advanced. They were stupid anyway -- I can open my own door just fine! As I entered, the first thing I noticed was all of the white that they had has decoration. White- so boring. It just made everything in the store look futuristic and cold. All the metal, glass, and sleek edges and designs were absolutely disgusting. Do people still not understand that nothing good comes from stupid tech and money? The world hasn't changed at all.
"Hi! My name's Jared, can I help you find something today?" The voice startled me out of my thoughts, making me jump a little.
"Yes. Hi, my name is Chris. I need a phone." I managed to respond, still unsure of how to function in this scenario.
"Sure thing! Come with me." Jared lead me over to a large table full of the same metal and glass objects that looked like the one I saw this morning. "Which one were you thinking?" he asked me.
"Whichever will make a phone call." I responded.
Jared just laughed. Does he think I'm joking? That's rude.
"I think I can manage that." he finally said. "How about this one?" he pointed to one that looked identical to all the others. Is there even a difference?
After 2 hours of waiting and more waiting, Jared finally gave me the new phone that had been synced with something called "iCloud" and "Apple Id" so that I would have all of my old "contacts" and "data". Why do people enjoy this. Why is this even a thing. I asked Jared how to make a call and he looked at me like I was crazy. Rude, again. Why are people like this. He finally showed me how to press on something called an "app" that help all of the phone numbers I had. I scrolled to "M" and pressed "Mom", waiting for her to pick up now. After the 3rd ring she answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi Mom, it's Chris."
"Oh Chris! You got your new phone did you?"
"Yeah Mom I did. I just have a ques-"
"That's great sweetie. So happy for you! Did you download Snapchat? Instagram? Facebook? Will you friend me? Will you tweet me?! Oooh, you should download Tinder! get back into the dating world! See if that girl from your firm is on there! She's cute!"
What did she just say? Snapchat? Facebook? Why would I want to book someone's face? Tinder? Girl from my firm? My firm... why do I have a firm? Firm's are for lawyers and I told my parents I didn't want to lead that sort of life... What is happening.
"Um, Mo-"
"Sorry Chris I have to go. About to go into a meeting, I'll see you at 7!"
The phone beeped and she was gone.
What. Is. Happening.
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