From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Sight
The neon glow of the shop window reflects off my oversized shoulder pads as I pause to stare at the chunky grey box of the new Nintendo system, a digital revolution masquerading as a toy. Beyond the glass, the newspaper headlines scream about the Mobil Oil libel case, a litany of corporate friction that feels so tedious it’s practically "gag me with a spoon" material compared to the tech shifting beneath our feet. The harmonies of *We Are the World* drift from a passing Camaro, the anthem’s earnest plea for unity haunting the crisp spring air like a premonition. Everyone is looking at the stars tonight, but I’m watching the silhouettes of power suits and DNA breakthroughs, the tiny pixels of a future already rewriting the code of humanity.