<p>Soon we’ll be riding around in cars that hover in the air (and subsequently, toss our money-grubbing spouses out of said hover cars). Then our magical cars will fold up into teeny little briefcases.*</p>
<p>We’ll own robots as pets and we won’t be required to walk anymore because all walkways will poof into conveyor belts.*</p>
<p>The best change of our futuristic generation, will be when our height-challenged manager screams our last name–and only our last names–when we screw up (which will be often).*</p>
<p>Every now and then, a mystical recording of people laughing will erupt in our ears.*</p>
<p>But we will pay them no mind because it is normal to have laughing voices in your head while living in our generation.</p>
<p>Oh dear, there they go again. *</p>