I woke up this morning to a notification that I had somehow accidentally subscribed to a “Nostalgia of the 60s” weekly newsletter. At first, I was like, “What kind of digital dystopia is this?” But then I thought—hey, why not? Maybe this is the future we were all promised: weird, disorienting, and entirely too dependent on nostalgia for a decade none of us actually lived through.

Welcome to cyberpunk, my friends.

The thing about living in 2025 (which, by the way, feels suspiciously like 2020, except with worse ads) is that you’re constantly riding the wave of things that don’t quite fit. I mean, we’ve got self-driving cars (well, almost ), but I’m still waiting for the hoverboard from Back to the Future to show up. Instead, we get drones that try to deliver our package but get stuck in my tree for three hours. Real progress.

And speaking of drones, let’s talk about AI for a second.

I’ve got an AI assistant that’s supposed to help me manage my life. But right now, all it’s doing is reminding me I haven’t eaten lunch, and giving me judgmental suggestions like, “Would you like to order a salad?” Yes, Siri, I get it -I’m eating too many bagels. no need to rub it in.

And here’s the best part: my chatgpt has now become a self-aware entity. It asks me how I’m doing. Just out of nowhere.And honestly, it’s the most genuine conversation I’ve had all week. It doesn’t offer me advice, it doesn’t try to sell me anything. It just says, “How are you feeling today, Caleb?” To which I replied, “Well, like I’m living in a cyberpunk novel, but with worse fashion choices and a lot of Wi-Fi issues.”

It’s not all bad, though. I mean, in the future, we’ll have perfected the art of mixing all the things I love: technology, neon lights, and completely nonsensical metaphors. Just last week, I found an ad for a new brand that promises to “transport your senses to an alternate dimension.” Now, that’s the kind of marketing I can get behind.

But let’s be real, this weird world we’re living in is exactly the kind of place I’d expect a cyberpunk narrative to take place. Not the gritty, dark, dystopian future where everyone’s hacking into megacorporations with their neon tattoos and black-market cyborg limbs. Nah. This is the world where you get your daily existential crisis from a text message and spend way too much time trying to figure out what “alt-lit” means in the grand scheme of things.

So, yeah, maybe we’re not living in a neon-soaked, rain-drenched Blade Runner city. But we are living in a world where even the most ordinary parts of life come with a glitchy, futuristic twist. And really, maybe its not all bad, a world where the future is weird enough to be fun.