The year is 5244.
And no, humanity hasn't evolved into anything smarter or stronger. If anything, we've hit the brakes—and then reversed straight into a wall. All the brilliant minds? Either dead, disappeared, or zombified by their screens. Society's become one big group chat, and no one's talking out loud anymore.
You're probably thinking, "Whoever's saying this must be damn genius."
You're right. I am.
Name's SOB442. Stupid name, yeah? Everyone has names like that now. My best friend? TFR100. You get used to it.
People don't go to school anymore. Learning is dead. The world's frozen in time—New York, Boston, Cape Town… still here, still the same, still full of people too busy swiping to look up. TVs? Banned in most homes. History? Replaced with 10-second conspiracy videos. Books? Burned out with the last library.
Everyone uses the same phone, the same apps, the same dumb filters. I swear, it's like we hit the peak of innovation and decided to loop the worst part of it forever. Now they're selling "infinite portable chargers." Seriously. Infinite. As if people needed more reasons to never unplug.
And don't get me started on emojis.
My grandmother, MFB435, passed away. I sent TFR100 a message: "I won't be texting for a while. I'm mourning." He replied with a skull and a laughing emoji.
He thought it meant crying.
This is the world we live in.
You might be asking: How do I know all this? Why am I different?
The answer? You've got to go back. Back to the moment everything broke. Back to when humanity's brain went on pause—and my search for the truth began.