In the future I will be frail and decrepit like the buildings of my youth, rusted steel ribs protruding through torn outer cladding. Thus I shall expose a little more of myself to the new structures that surround me there, towering high above the many green parks that line these streets - gleaming clean surfaces which reflect the crisp light and murmuring voices of content inhabitants.
I might call out to a bright-faced individual leaning from a lower window, gazing deep in thought out over the verdant spaces between buildings. He will answer me in an exciting new language, the words of which my outdated vocal cords could not form, even had I been trained. We shall understand each other and communicate perfectly, and enhance each other via the exchange.
I shall follow, should I so choose, the scent of distributed thought and make my way onwards to a plaza where many congregate, floating and sustaining themselves on light, basking in the warmth of the sun. Carefully avoiding snagging their lines of concentration with my frayed copper edging I shall pass between them and admire their calm repose, unhindered and in awe.
_kyn.