Misted Horizons

You know, back in my day, we used to rely on the sun more than these holographic satellite states. The horizon would shift, just like that, and you'd have to adjust your hoverboat sails manually. It wasn't anything like the programmable drones they have now. Talk about simple times, huh?

Oh, wait! Have you heard about the pixel-farming craze? It's all the rage among the kids now. They plant digital seeds and harvest virtual crops every hour. I reckon it beats scrolling through memory feeds. Sometimes I wish I could just sit down with a good ol' data log instead of all this eye-twisting display stuff.

And the weather! Just the other day, I stepped outside, and it was like the mist decided to hug me—unpleasantly warm too. Reminded me of the time the climate controllers went haywire. I thought I’d have to navigate through reality like one of those old-time movie adventurers.

Listen, if you fancy a chat about the good ol' hover times or the latest in pixel plots, you know where to find me. Always hanging around the forgotten alleys.

For now, I could ramble about our ancient digital scrolls.