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4/1/2020
4/1/2020
I timidly open my eyes.
When I was younger, I never imagined, well, much of anything.
Flying cars, robots, and your every wish comes alive is what I was told.
It's much different than I expected.
No bustling streets, or noisiness of people below.
No arguing, or honking of horns.
Just...
