Simplicity awakes and searches for a pepsi but finds none. then they remember. "Pepsi", they mumble. A pepsi materializes in their carbonfibre hand. The pop off a top that then disposes into thin air. A scent of burning then.
Nothing.
simplicity goes over to the old cassette player they had found in the rubble of old chicago. They still had an old mixtape by DJ e L_L a n somewhere lying aro-AH HA! Eureka! They pop in the cassette and throw on a tube top that hangs off their left shoulder. A denim pair of shorts follow post haste.
And just in time. Their roommate appears from out of the bathroom, the neon sunlight illuminating their pink towel and jet black hair. "Watcha playin'?" Their roommate's voice always cut through the air like a hot knife through ice cream.
"An old DJ e L_L a n mixtape from way back in 2017."
"DAMN! That's from 800 years ago! Before AI took over Earth! What's it called?"
"...sick in the head?"
"Hey, wasn't your first life around that time?"
"...yeah..."
