Grayson fumbled with the smartphone Maxine had given him. How the hell did this thing work again? He tried to turn it on by pressing each of the buttons on the left. No effect. He pressed the longer button on the right and the screen flashed to life. There were no buttons. What was he supposed to do with no buttons. He shoved the thing back into his pocket angrily, cursing under his breath as he walked into the main terminal of the city's subway system.

The fact of the matter was, Grayson had never seen a single piece of modern technology in his entire 30 years of life. The only piece of technology he owned at home was an ancient 1990s computer that was probably about as old as he was. Now his new girlfriend, Maxine, who happened to live in the city--another thing that Grayson was almost entirely unfamiliar with--had gifted him a brand new smartphone for Christmas and asked him to come visit her in the city for a couple of days. She had asked that Grayson call her when he arrived in the city, but he had been fumbling with that stupid, useless rectangle for about thirty minutes after he arrived and all it ever seemed to do was flash on for a couple of seconds and then turn off again. Modern trash.

As he entered into the terminal, Grayson saw no one there to take his ticket, only a row of turnstiles attached to electronic boxes. He produced the ticket from his jacket pocket and leaned over to the man next to him, "What do we do with the ticket?"

The man laughed, "You scan it there, buddy." He pointed to a small black rectangle on the box.

Grayson looked confused, but tapped the ticket against the rectangle. Nothing happened. He scanned a different part of it and still, nothing happened. After about ten embarrassing tries later, Grayson flung the ticket down and hopped over the turnstile.

He later would find out that he had gone to the wrong terminal entirely and was headed towards a completely different part of town.

At about ten o'clock that night, a concerned Maxine walked into a dive on 42nd street, to find a very wet and cold Grayson shivering and drinking a pint of beer. She apologized, but he didn't say much and handed the phone back to her. "I'll take my chances in the 20th century from now on," He muttered.

She smiled and put her arm around him, "Lets go find some place a bit warmer."

Grayson laughed quietly, "Yes, that would be nice."