The year is 2063 and you were never interesting.

"You no longer think about hobbies. Your day is full, after all. Your life is a kaleidoscope of activity: fishing trips, police chases, cheating scandals. It’s neat and tidy, really - everything that’s interesting happens to you through the confines of a 4x6 rectangle. You start taking pilates because everyone else does. You hate it, and your abs never appear, and the classes cost $50 dollars a pop, but you can’t really think of what else you would do, so you go."