man. 2021, amirite?

(also made a website for this fic. --> https://whatif.themajortechie.com/)

"Hey, give me a call when all of this is over."

"Huh? Where are you going?"

"Away, I guess. I'd shrug, but you wouldn't be able to see that over the phone, would you? Anyway, like I said, I'm--"

"But why are you going? I thought you finally decided to get out there and do something. Make a name for yourself. I remember you even put together this whole binder of stuff you wanted to do!"

"That was two years ago. Things have changed. The world has changed. I haven't touched that binder in a long time now. This place as it is now? I can't stay here. Not when it's like this. So... call again soon? Hopefully?"

"Sure."