Demolishing+Difference

 By Mackenzie Douglass = =  “Beeeeeep! Beeeeeep! Beeeeeep!” James stretched his arm out as far as it could go to silence his raging alarm clock. He sat up, let out a deep sigh, slipped his hand through his perfect dark brown hair, put on his robe and headed out to the family room of his 2 story house. He stood against his enormous “Jetson Like” glass window and starred out into the city before him. Flying cars sat in the typical morning traffic while others slept peacefully in their skyscraper homes or rushed to get to the highest level in the circular window-wall 100 story office buildings. James released an immense yawn as he stepped onto his conveyor-belt and rode to his computer desk still half asleep. Once he sat down, a metal hand with a cup of perfectly brewed coffee immediately reached in-front of him to give him his much needed morning energy. As James started to sip his steaming hot beverage, his wife Ali entered the room. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and began punching their breakfast order into their automated chef.

“Wonderful morning, huh?” she commented. “Mhmm” James briefly muttered. “Have you checked the morning news?” Ali said. “Not yet, was just about to when our computer glitched and shut down. Our tech robot is fixing it as we speak. God forbid there ever again be a New York Times sitting on our doorstep.” He replied Ali put a plate of steaming chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon in front of him and he slowly savored his breakfast still muttering to himself. The robot working on the computer shot straight up from under the desk and gave him an “all fixed” thumbs up. James then opened up his homepage to the morning news. He then printed it out and settled into his chair to start skimming.

“Honey, I will never understand why each morning you have to print out the news when you could read it right there on the screen” said Ali.

“My, my, do I have to explain this once again? Reading the news off paper instead of a high tech plasma computer screen is the last bit of our old lives I can achieve since the government decided to go all tech savvy on us! My favorite part of the morning used to be reading the good old New York Times, but they took that away from us. Now no one will ever write stories except for on the world wide web.” James answered.

He handed his empty plate to the automated chef who raced across the room to place it in the dishwasher. Shook his head in frustration and read his morning “newspaper”.