Great-Gran told the story at virtual family gatherings, always when the Young Ones wanted to hear about the ancient ways. Great-Gran removed the worn family album, an heirloom created centuries earlier when people used ‘Polaroids,’ kept in a vault, as real books were priceless.
It automatically fell open to a smiling couple, holding hands while seated in what was ‘public transportation.’
“Once upon a time,” she began, “Before teleportation,” she clarified, “Great-Great-Great-Gran met Great-Great-Great-Gramps commuting on a train to an office—before holographic workspaces,” further clarification, “when human contact was still allowed, and people still smiled. ‘Twas an instant molecular binding.”
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Kkkkk okay I laughed. You sure write to make people laugh. Good job 👍🏾
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Thank you! Goal achieved. One laugh reported!😁
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Great piece….I can’t imagine this dystopian place. The good old days were always better!!!!!!!!!!
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Thank you! I agree. To me, a nostalgic good old day was going to a crowded shopping mall with friends, drinking an Orange Julius and getting up to shenanigans.😉
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