azurelunatic | Living in the future again

I walked into my indoor bathroom with its odor-free water-saving water closet, lit by lamps that I could power for a bit with my own muscles. I sat down and picked up the smallish handheld computer (carrying more computing power than it took to get to the moon) which I keep in place of a stack of magazines. I hummed to myself, a tune I had picked up when my sister learned it, taught to her with methods learned from teachers from a remote nation. I pondered playing it for a friend sometime. So I touched the computer on its screen to open the catalog, picked a free computer piano that I liked the look of, waited a minute for the small radio in my living room to finish relaying the codes transmitted, and shortly began to haltingly play the tune.