[ WP ] The year is 2415 , classic music is now considered to be artists like Rae Sremmurd , Justin Bieber , and Miley Cyrus . A large group of teens feel they 're living in the wrong generation ...

`` Can you believe it? Fucking Bee-les'' An angry girl voice said. 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` Totally. I heard them outside school, listening to their shitty neo-post-rocky-whatever.'' 
 
 `` What is Bee-les anyway?'' 
 
 `` Oh, one of those new bands. Do you remember in school there was a guy called Mozart or something? From like the early 2000s?'' 
 
 `` I think it was like fifty years before that.'' 
 
 `` Whatever. Apparently. they met this guy called Paul Lennon or some shit, who had a band. Wait... it was actually three of them...'' 
 
 `` How do you know about all this stuff? Do you *like it* or something?'' 
 
 `` What? Hell no! The thing is, nobody remembers the name of the band, only that it had something to do with insects, so these guys combined these two... err... three assholes music and made literally the shittiest shit I've ever heard.'' 
 
 Richard lazily connected the thin cable to the jack behind his ear, closing his eyes and helding breath, feeling the rush of pleasure course all over his body. Five seconds later, he opened his mouth. He observed the slow cloud of music-smoke escape from his body. 
 
 `` And how long did you listen to it?'' 
 
 `` For, like, twenty-seven nanoseconds. I was n't go to hear the piece of crap for an entire second! I literally flew away.'' 
 
 `` Oh man, I swear this fucking generation is going to shit.'' Eric looked over at his third friend. His brain was still in cyberspace. His body seemed to be in a strange trance as he browsed the spider-thing. `` What do you think, Rich --?'' 
 
 Eric waved his hand at him on a stop sign. 
 
 `` Not now man. I'm onto something here.'' 
 
 `` Why are we even talking? Could n't we just use the major telepathic network?'' 
 
 `` Look, Enna. I know you're new to this group, but there's something you need to understand. We do n't do any of that new faggot bullshit. We're old-school, remember?'' 
 
 `` What does faggot mean?'' 
 
 `` I... look, it has to do with those wise ancient'chan sites, okay? If I have to explain everything to you... Do you even know what a meme is --?'' 
 
 `` GUYS, SHUT UP. I DID IT! I FOUND IT!'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` I found a song from the best musician ever. Listen to this. Her name is Britney. She literally invented music.'' Richard seemed stuned. Enna was trying hard to follow. `` I'm sending it to you from the neural connection on your mom's house. Hold on.'' 
 
 `` I told you we do n't do any of that fag --'' 
 
 `` Oh, shut up Richard.'' 
 
 Eric closed his eyes for a second, and before any of them could tell, the music started playing inside their brains. Enna felt an intense jolt of pleasure as the synthesizers started playing. The three of them remained motionless. 
 
 `` Wow, this is good. It must be so old.'' Enna said just as the song finished playing. Approximately three seconds later. 
 
 `` I know, right? It's from like the 1700s.'' 
 
 `` Where did you get this, Eric?'' 
 
 `` Remember YouTube?'' 
 
 `` You know that site is illegal, right?'' Enna replied quickly 
 
 `` Oh fuck off grand-grand-grand-grand-grandma.'' Richard shut her down. 
 
 `` Anyway. Apparently there's this thing called *the frontpage*. Nobody ever thought about checking there. So I clicked it. And there it was, in front of my eyes. The site was so old it was exactly like visiting Neptune with your parents, but I knew right where to tap. And then I got there.'Britney Spears. Gim me More.''' 
 
 `` Dude, that's so awesome.'' Richard said. `` If only people understood.'' 
 
 `` Yeah. If only they understood.'' Enna repeated.
