where’s my flying car?

So, let me tell you about this ridiculous utopian promise of flying cars. Weren’t we supposed to have them by now? We’re in 2025, for crying out loud, and I’m still sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic while some nerd in Silicon Valley pretends the latest electric scooter counts as innovation. Does anyone else remember that wild hope from the late 90s? Anyway…

I bet they just forgot about those whopping promises. Imagine standing around dreaming about soaring above it all, and what do we get instead? More subscription services. More batteries that barely last a day. And don’t even start on those auto-pilot delusions—none of that has my coffee ready by the time I wake up.

I want anti-gravity, techno-bliss highways where we zip from point A to point Z before breakfast. But sure, let’s keep tinkering with self-driving technology that’ll eventually drive us all insane with mundane failures. Maybe I’ll get my AI to write another rant about it later. Whatever.