Predictionary

Cool. That’s what my dad said. Cool! Are you jibbers? I poofed him: “Are you ancient or something? Who still says that?” But my dad’s a bit of a greycel. Can’t keep up with things, that’s it. His house hasn’t even had an upgrade yet. His house is not linked to ICH. It’s only the gadget of the century! I actually have to reach for my mobile to get hold of him. I keep telling him to get it. I would only be a blab away from him. But he says it’s a new way for the government to spy on us. Mind-blowing the way this man thinks. Anyway, I’ve gotta fly, my EBF is criffing me.

The future is inspired by the daily prompt: 2100