I don't get it, when I was a kid they told me the future would be now. Where are my holograms, robots...hell, any futuristic items that were in the Jetsons? I mean it's 2010 and instead of a ray that lets police know you're a criminal we instead rely on a semen sample. Cum is found at a crime scene more often than a crime (think about it). I don't like flying so you can keep your car advances and it's a recession so screw a condo on Mars, but little things are important to keep me happy. I want a particle transporter (teleport machine, you zilches). I've had it with walking in public. It's not the walk, it's all the idiotic nonsensical mouth chatter of others that you have to endure during it (no, headphones don't help). I'm paranoid and when around crowds I lower the volume in order to make sure no one is discussing anything about me. Maybe I'd be satisfied if I could just get a pill to cure insecurity or maybe just a good remake of the old Ducktales game for Nintendo so I don't have to go out. A Whooo-ooo.
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