SEATTLE
It was a brisk and sunny Tuesday morning in Seattle. The sound of fall leaves blowing back and forth and the laughs of young children on their way to school filled the clean morning air. Ryan Carrington had just pulled on his dress shoes ready to head downstairs for breakfast when his phone buzzed in his pocket. “Good Morning Ry-C3372” it read in big blue letters. It was 7:55 AM and his phone and MacBook were synched with the same alarm, notifications, Apps, and of-course, same identity. Ryan reached for the vibrating technologies and quickly scanned into both appliances before shoving his phone deep into his pocket and leaving his laptop behind.
“Ry! Would you get please down here, we’re going to be late!” Ryan’s Mother called from the bottom of the stairs.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” He screamed back anxiously.
Dream #2
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