Humanity has deprived itself of what we used to know, as machineries are what now sets the world in such a drive. As the neon lights gleamed, Raya ponders as to how the world has become so modernized. Technology was supposed to be a tool that helps us get by — now it has become everyone’s vice.

Raya casts her eyes upon the towering skyscrapers that basically hung the skies. She used to love this place, yet everything seemed so different. She wanted to do so much more. She wanted to be able to go out and smell the fresh breeze; she wanted to see animals, yet the closest thing she could ever get are those latest models of machine pets; she wants to be able to experience an actual job, one that doesn’t primarily require the use of tech yet there wasn’t really a point in such a thing when the world is run by AI; she wanted to go into a library and be able to pick up a — what do you call it again? **_a book?_**  She couldn’t quite remember. Such a place ceases to exist in such a period of time. She wanted to be able to hold on to the fragments of the past before they faded into nothing, before they became nothing but a mere figment of one’s imagination.

**_“What would they think?”_** she thought. Everyone kept telling her to just drop it. **_“The world is better off being run by doodads, anyway”_** is what they’d tell her. Everyone likes to live their lives with just one click; they prefer to have everything in their grasp in an instant. She felt alone in a battle that she couldn’t decipher, whether it existed or not. As she looks at the reality right in front of her, she can’t help but accept it. Yet maybe, just maybe, one day people wouldn’t call her crazy as she held on to a glimmer of hope. Maybe one day they'll realize that they shouldn’t be so dependent on such artificial things. 

With that, Raya disappears into the crowd.