the year is 2067. am elderly woman sits in a hover-rocker at the local care home. she’s nodding off to sleep when a voice says, “hey, i like your shoelaces.” the woman opens her eyes, confused. shoelaces? shoes stopped having laces decades ago. she stares at the grey haired lady in front of her for a long quizzical minute before it hits her. a large, dentured smile spread across her face and she replies:
“thanks. i stole them from the president.”
Can someone please explain this?
The innocence.
Awe children, they just don’t know anymore.
What do you mean innocent. This has nothing to do with innocence.
you come into my house and make me read this with my own two eyes