Choosing the right ubersmartphone

July 17th, 2030

It had been a long time since I got my microphone. Significant changes in the cell phone market had taken place. The phones had gotten even smaller, this time to the size of nanometers, which would be embedded in your skin. I decided to get a new one.

"It has been such a drastic difference in the way we shop over the decades," I told K over Skype.

"Remember the days when you would order through Flipkart and it would be delivered to you, after numerous delays!" K reminded me of the times when snail mail was the way of getting things over to you, even if you were to shop online. "Why don't you come over here and we can go get the ubersmartphone together!" He said.

How I Met Your Mother

She was late. I checked my watch. Four minutes and thirty five seconds to be exact. She was supposed to meet me exactly at five thirty. I wondered how long I should wait. I wondered if I should call? Nah, that would make me look weak. If in case she didn't turn up, I decided I would just slip away and tell my friends I didn't feel good about a blind date, bailing out just before I met her.

The Prologue

I came with this piece of fiction for some elaborate thing I was planning. Unfortunately, it fell apart eventually and I have decided to 'open source' the prologue, as I don't really know what I want to do with it. Basically, it's up to you, the readers, to decide how you want this to go ahead. If this post gets any good responses, I could follow up with it.