“We can only stay a few minutes. Give me your impressions about this room,” said Professor Clark.
Twelve-year-old Jimmy was disappointed. He thought going fifty-four years into the future would be about flying cars and Moon bases.
“Well, Sir, I guess this is some kind of school. The games and paints look familiar.”
He kept scanning the classroom. “I have no idea about WiFi or PW. The Labels poster is probably not talking about soup. What the heck is a Terf and why does the bull have goofy colored horns?”
“I forgot,” said Clark. “In 2020, everyone wears masks. Here.”
