Beam Me Up Scotty

March two thousand and twenty Wasn’t that the year? The entire dining room goes silent Thought we had fallen into the Twilight Zone Another brave soul said People turned and stared at him I was glad I was not alone I said “Beam me up Scotty” About eighteen thousand times This voice came from the kitchen. We watched the doors, Wondering if they would appear I was yelling Danger Will Robinson! I said. No one said anything. They all went back to their keyboards Programming new programs Me and a million robots Why had I wanted to survive? I wake up screaming.