Pete didn't drink coffee anymore. Mostly diet soda, it was the cheapest to get in the house. With all the screens the energy usage was high. Just then his mind jumped to an old friend, then back to what he was watching. A video montage his wife made, although were they married really? What was it? They rarely spoke, even when they made love, they had their own videos playing behind the other. To stay locked in people called it. All of his friends talked about doing the same so he thought maybe it was okay, but he remembered when he was younger doing it in the back of a car, and he remembers being uncomfortable but he remembers there was something better about it, simpler.
He missed coffee, a brief thought went through his mind about his morning coffee. He was excited, but then he remembered he hasn't had that in years. But he remembers that from his
Spacecity
days. The morning coffee was all he used to think about at night, it made him excited for the next day. Now he didn't know if he was excited. He didn't know how he felt. The stimuli around him took over his emotions, surpassed them drowned them out. He was surrounded.