2020
raze what a strange year to see on a screen. i'm still not used to it.

maybe it's just me, but there's something futuristic built into those numbers. i keep expecting to look out the window and see flying cars and people walking around wearing shoulder pads and helmets and multipurpose glow-in-the-dark belts.

those shoulder pads will come back in style one of these days. mark my words.
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epitome of incomprehensibility I wrote a story set in 2020 when I was a teenager (in 2004).

It was for a school project. It was supposed to be a parody of 1984.

The main character is going to Appleopolis College in New York City and encounters somewhat comical obstacles.

Footnote: Author's fear of entering CEGEP (college in Quebec; there was one called Marianopolis, though I didn't go to in).

There's also another character who manages to hack into the New York subway system that's now run by New York Computer.

Footnote: Grade 11 World History covered the Great Depression. I remembered "Wall Street crash," which became "New York Computer crash," also not a literal crash, but I suppose reminiscent of 9/11. Less seriously, stoppages on the Montreal metro.

The hacker was Australian. And a GMH (genetically modified human). But if he were born 24 years earlier, that'd mean such a technology was available long before 2004, making the story into alternate history as well as a faux-dystopia.

The sad thing is, I wasn't taking any drugs as a teenager.

...About the shoulder pads: someone gave me a long black suit jacket/dress with oversized golden buttons and shoulder pads. I like it but the shoulder pads are kinda annoying.
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e_o_i You know how you revisit old things you wrote and you cringe because your opinions have radically changed?

Well, this is me know. Because I've decided I like the shoulder pads.
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e_o_i Now, not know. But maybe know. You never now. 220505
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