Meanwhile, in The Future:

[A couple, walking down a glistening chrome sidewalk, marveling at the chrome butterflies and chrome sunset via their Google Chrome Reality Browser Interfaces]

Man A: "What a world we live in! So much opportunity and technology and beauty. Magical pocket rectangles that tell us everything we could possibly need to know, rapid transport across the globe, boundless entertainment, and jetpacks for everyone."

Woman A: "Yeah! And we don't even have to deal with pesky names anymore. Just extremely limited designations based on physical characteristics and letters. This is the best!"

[The couple suddenly hears a cry nearby and rushes to find its source: a man shuddering and pointing at the sky, practically soaked bone-deep with sweat]

Man B: "Uh... uh... up there! It's... it's...!"

Woman A: "Oh lord. Triads."

Man A: "But we morphed into dogs and crotch-bit them to death back in the '90s, and then society flourished. Look at my jetpack! LOOK. This can't be happening!"

Woman A: "Well, based on the fact that they're up there, just kind of floating and occasionally gyrating, I'm gonna say that they've risen. Again."

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