Originally published in StoryStar 2014 When I woke up things were different. The people I once knew had aged, fine lines had emerged onto their faces. They were almost unrecognisable. I awoke to find my wife prodding and poking on a rectangular device as if her life depended on it, as if the existence of the world depended on that one object. I heard the sound of loud beats and annoyances coming from the stereo. However, this was a far cry from the music I remembered. Fun, upbeat and inspirational songs had now become loud, meaningless rackets. The world I once knew had been taken over.