The year 3015

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Hi, I'm Arionna Autumn Storm. I'm 16 years old and live in New Orleans, Louisiana. It's not like what it was in the 2000's. Not exactly anyway. It's the closet thing I can get to the old times. Oh did I forget to mention that it's the year 3015. Yea.. A little bit past the time of my birth. How did I get to the future? Well I suppose I'll answer that eventually, but for now I want to tell you about what it's like in 3015. They, surprisingly enough, finally have flying cars. They have movies that just play in your mind. They have this neat A.I. system that is called "Dream Land" where you literally can create your own world and just do whatever in it. To make Dream Land even better, there is no recording of what you do in your little world. It's a perfect escape from anything really. I personally use it to create my own perfect world. I say that factually. I create a utopia of sorts that is amazingly beautiful and full of compassion instead of hatred. They also have this neat thing that's called the "Hover-Bot" it's like your own personal whatever-you-need-it-to-be-that-day-robot. And you can turn it off at any time so you don't have to worry about it like loosing it's robot mind and killing you. Honestly I've watched I Robot. I have a hard time trusting the damn metal beings but I mean they make life easier so why not have one around. I keep her off most of the time though. I honestly wish I could go back to 2015. It was so much simpler back then. I know.. I know.. 2015 being simple what am I on? Well in 3015 you don't worry about boys or the clothes you're wearing. You worry about the latest update on Dream Land or what upgrade they're coming up with for the Hover-Bots. Yea I miss the old days. The trees everywhere, the boys drooling over my body not the robot catering to me, not the money I have... I miss it when it was normal to not look like I went into my art room and picked a crayon out of the box and dyed my hair that color.. So much simpler back then, but no. Scientists had to kidnap me and use me as their test dummy with the time machine. With no way back.

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