I can see it now. A future that, as these days turn faster and faster, grows closer and closer in the rearview mirror. A greyed, wizened version of myself sits calmly, peacefully, bouncing my grandkids on a knee, telling them tales of the 2019-2020 Brooklyn Nets. Okay… maybe not “telling,” as at that point we’ll be 30 years into communicating non-verbally through Elon Musk’s brain implant devices; plus, who knows if storytelling will even be necessary thanks to the power of a quick-twitch brain-chip internet search on the history of the National Basketball Associa––
*Ahem*, wow, what a tangent.