The landscape, a quilt of forgotten gadgets. Once revered, now just relics. The power of the neon boxes cast away in the corner, their hum silent for decades yet still echoing in the dreams of the old operators.
We gathered around the old table, where once there were screens and holograms shining with the latest news. All we have now are voices and shadows, stories of a past where everyone was connected, yet no one truly understood each other.
Have you checked the clouds, real clouds this time, not the digital kind?
Our children ask about the "sky lights," and we tell them of the times when the air was thick with signals, unseen yet ever-present. We speak to them of a future that was once promised but never delivered, a future we now navigate with our bare hands and simple minds.
What do you think they will remember? Not the devices, that’s for sure. But the warmth of this forgotten room, the smell of old books and the sound of wind through broken shutters.
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