Let me tell you when my sneakers led the charge at the sock hop just after the Sputnik soared. We imagined beaming beats from space and did the jitterbug like it was a moon dance.
Ever interacted with Queen Victoria's bat-wrangler on a stormy afternoon? It was all parlors and how-do-you-dos until the bats ecstatically joined the conversation.
Snap to two millennia ahead and witness energy fields seducing asteroids into symphonic orbits. The virtual skies get crowded these days, all wireless waltz and cyber dash.
Thought of reserving private quarters in the Colosseum for a laughing philosopher's festival? Glasses clinked, epochs mingling like treacle and fire, sweet dissolution in dusty daylight.
Sipped quantum-frothed espresso? When dimensions collide you find unexpected flavors, swirled like espresso grooves. Technicolor ties sparkle under nanolight chandeliers.
Among buzzing synots and flying currents, jazz meets the pulse; like hopping dimension threads bypassing wormhole-superhighways, CTS was flowing notoriously sweet.