I hope my Mondays 2025 will be easier, hopefully with the help of my floating Smart Apple(tm) Alarm Clock, that chimes and moves around the room until I physically get up to turn it off. As it reads off the day’s headlines, I’ll slink tiredly into my kitchen, check my twitter feed on my fridge’s mini-screen, and grab some ingredients to start some coffee. I wake up more quickly now as my coffee is made for me, piping hot and just how I like it. It may not be a Jetson’s style hover-craft—but it works.
My morning news will be projected on my wall, in full HD, in a somewhat Orwellian way without the impending fear. My news anchor will greet me by name, and the headlines will be tailored to what I care about most: current affairs, American news, and of course, food and culture.
Instagram and Facebook have combined into a mega-social media conglomerate, sharing pictures of what my closest friends are doing in live time, how close they are to me, and if they’re planning on being anywhere I will be too. Not many people use the phone to make these plans anymore. The news headlines fade away to my breakfast selections, and while I orally tell my TV what I want to eat, I vocally tell my TV set to turn on my shower, heat the floors, and text my colleagues that I am on my way.
My hand-picked playlist of “pump-up Morning Jams” blast in my bedroom only, setting my once dreary seeming Monday into a day of success. I step into the shower where there is a miniature TV broadcast projected onto the slate walls, and when I leave, my breakfast is on my kitchen table, warm and ready, prepared by my automated kitchen utensils.
My clothes have been pressed and laid-out by my bedroom robot, and the last of my texts are being read to me through a speaker system installed in my ceiling. I get dressed for work, and just like that, I’m on my way.
My morning news will be projected on my wall, in full HD, in a somewhat Orwellian way without the impending fear. My news anchor will greet me by name, and the headlines will be tailored to what I care about most: current affairs, American news, and of course, food and culture.
Instagram and Facebook have combined into a mega-social media conglomerate, sharing pictures of what my closest friends are doing in live time, how close they are to me, and if they’re planning on being anywhere I will be too. Not many people use the phone to make these plans anymore. The news headlines fade away to my breakfast selections, and while I orally tell my TV what I want to eat, I vocally tell my TV set to turn on my shower, heat the floors, and text my colleagues that I am on my way.
My hand-picked playlist of “pump-up Morning Jams” blast in my bedroom only, setting my once dreary seeming Monday into a day of success. I step into the shower where there is a miniature TV broadcast projected onto the slate walls, and when I leave, my breakfast is on my kitchen table, warm and ready, prepared by my automated kitchen utensils.
My clothes have been pressed and laid-out by my bedroom robot, and the last of my texts are being read to me through a speaker system installed in my ceiling. I get dressed for work, and just like that, I’m on my way.
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