FabSwingers.com forum: The future

By *estless native OP Man
over a year ago

near Glasgow

The year is 2031.

You live in a macro rental flat with 12 other people in a complex which is owned by Google and called 'The e-hive'.

You are 39.

Everyone you know works at Amazon or as a carer for the elderly.

Today is Monday, your one day off this month.

You decide to have a self care day, so you use some of the tokens you've acrued through picking up extra duties at work to have sex with a cat sexdoll you call Kit.

She tells you you're a worthless loser and gives you a 3 star rating on dickadvisor.

Depressed, you get on the tesla bus and buy one 3rd class ticket.

This means you have to sit in the 'uninsured' seats at the front, with no seat belt (The driverless bus runs over 3 people on the way but thankfully they were homeless so you don't have to pay damages).

Your Spotify chip begins to play the new Mumford and Sons song which you decide not to skip because you can't afford premium, even though you don't really like it, as you prefer their earlier stuff.

You arrive at the local wetherspoons which you dimly remember used to be a library at one point.

They're all wetherspoons now. You order a pint from the app with 4 refills and sit down to watch the national elections.

You really hope the guy from love Island wins because he's promised to legalise euthanasia: your only escape.