Man, 2013 and there’s still no such thing as flying cars. I thought we’d at least have that when I woke up. Nope. All we got is expensive gas. Steve Rogers here. You may know me as Captain America. I’m writing this in my apartment on my laptop; which I’m still trying to figure out, to no avail. I keep looking through the applications to the one entitled “Time Machine”. Now I doubt it’s an actual time machine, (though it wouldn’t surprise me from what I’ve seen), but if it were I’d punch in 1945, and go back to simpler times. Where if you wanted to watch a movie, you’d pay 35 cents and go to a theater. If you wanted to listen to music, you’d put on a record. Speaking of music, Tony showed me this new song the other day. The singer talked about “waking up in a new Bugatti”? After having Tony explain what a “Bugatti” is, I can’t get it off my mind: If someone’s rich enough to have such a fancy car, why can’t they afford a house? I’ve also noticed how small, and... weird phone’s have gotten. I mean, we used to have land-lines. That’s a phone attached to a wall. And they just called. Now you can text, Tweet, message, Facebook, video, SnapChat, watch movies, watch TV shows, listen to music, and I quote: “Instagram ‘dat joint.” Well, Bruce’s calling me so I gotta run.
Until next time,
-Steve
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Assemble Magazine - August Edition
FanfictionThe August edition for the awesome Assemble Magazine