I lifted the Deloreans door open, I had hidden it behind billboard sign just out of town, I saw it in a movie once, so I figured it’d be safe. I checked the time circuits. Yup, August 2nd, 2022. 10 years into the future. There was no flying cars, no hover boards, didn’t even see anyone using cell phones, everyone was wearing some sort of eye glasses and appeared to talk to themselves or laughing at things no one else could see.
Since the sun was about to set, I wondered about my clothing… is this mundane generic outfit what people wear in the night life? I figured it would be dark and no one would notice so I changed back into the clothes I originally had on – surely I’d fit into the new hipster crowd and look ‘vintage’ right?
I closed the Delorean and made a plan, I’d check a different part of the city first, perhaps in 10 years the one I was in was just an anomaly. I headed to the old yuppie district, bound to be some chicks dressed as women there. I walked back into town and searched for a cab.
150$ for a 15 minute ride later there I was, downtown. There was a bit more energy now as I noticed some of the generic frumpy lard people had been replaced with a hyper stylized crowd. The night life had thinner people, but again, hard to determine which were the men, and which were the chicks. Some dudes were wearing heels, I wondered if this was they new gay district. I stopped someone to ask.
“Excuse me, is this the new gay district?” The look of horror on the young couple?’s face as they rushed off in a faster gait was disturbing. I felt uneasy. But just as I wondered about talking to anyone again, a petite girl came up to me.
She was wearing a skirt, first one I’ve seen since I arrived, her hair was short but spikey, with red streaks highlighting the blackness of the rest of her hair. No make up, but she was cute enough it didn’t matter. I looked down at her feet. Flip flops. Fuck me.
“Hi, did you just ask if this was the gay district?”
“Ha ha, yeah.”
“Ha, that’s priceless.”
“So I guess it’s not.”
“Haha I love the vint mentality, so refreshing.”
Hmmm, a girl with a sense of humor, I can exploit this.
“I love that you’re okay wearing flip flops away from the beach.”
“haha. Why thank you, I’m a bit of a rebel.”
“I could tell.”
“My names Charlie.”
Shit this better not be a dude.
“Haha, whoa man ease up on the labels.”
I scratched my head.
“Want to go grab a drink somewhere?”
“What? Oh my, why not? You’re only way too forward and proudly in danger of being arrested.”
I scratched my head again. Forward?
“Where’s a good place?”
“Come with me, but you might want to tone down the vint routine, people might call the cops.”
“You know you like it though.”
“Yeah I love it, hehe… come on, let’s go.
Finally. She sure spoke like a chick, so next up, gaming a future girl, and observing the night life.
to be continued…>