In the Year 3000

Increasingly, it looks like we're all headed toward a future full of morbidly obese people suffering from night terrors and new-age maladies like restless leg syndrome. None of these people will be able to pay for the medical treatment they require, either for the legitimate or more fantastical conditions they're afflicted with. They will lie helplessly, reeking of death, and pondering their long-shattered dreams ... as the newest reality shows blare from the TV sets, reminding them that Hollywood is full of 17 year old millionaires, while they're living on a pittance and have to poop through a tube. All social skills and old-time niceties are long forgotten in this brave new age. So, these people can only croak at their chirping, bleating computer screens; the closest they know to interaction. The digital world, and all the disposable gadgetry that's now available via vending machine is what encompasses the new so-called "real life".

I really shouldn't let the buzz about the iPad cause me to become so unsettled. However, all things considered, I'm pretty sure I just described my own bleak future ... 10 years from now.