I've seen the future and it's not the Technologically advanced civilisation that Star Trek promised.
We travel on buses with greasy hair, our fat, shit smelling arses take up two seats as we sweat into our grey Primark tee. We feed from large blue plastic bags full with packets of cheap crisps and our past time is licking the crumbs from our chubby fingers while we look at gold rings in the Argos catalogue.
Oh, hang on, that's not the future! That was my bus ride into Cardiff.
Sorry, my bad!
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