A huge gush of water came pouring down my body drenching me completely for the third time this week. "I hate my stupid alarm!".
I remember my mom talking about the alarm during their time which were basically noise making machines. One bang and they shut up. "Cory! I told you to disable my alarm system didn't I?" Cory my brawny redheaded room mate and also the lead singer of our band came rushing to my aid. "Sorry man, I woke up the same way and I did not want to be alone in the torture." he replied trying to hide his smirk.
We met up with our other band mates later that morning at the recording studio downtown. "About time you idiots showed up!" Robby, our lead guitarist and the third member of our band noisily complained, "Some chick got real impressed by my sick riffs last night but unfortunately..." he paused "She was a robot for some ad firm." I finished it for him.
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RandomYears from now, in 2114 technology has obviously increased no bounds making people lazier and also taking the real meaning out of everything. Same way the Oxford library in future has lost all its meaning when the books in the book stores are replac...
