Earth date: 2016
The sun shone high in the heavens; the skies were clear and beautiful. The mountains stood tall and proud, the sun's rays glinting off their enormous peaks. Racing through the sandy valley plains below was a small but agile ATV, boarded by two young men.
"…we've been takin' care of business! It's alright! Takin care of business, and working overtime!" the two friends sang along as the song carried into the guitar solo.
"That song is freakin' awesome!" the driver remarked enthusiastically.
"I think I'd probably like it more if it weren't so overplayed…" the passenger replied.
"Ah, shut up Kel, you love that song."
"Yeah…yeah, I do; can't even lie."
The passenger lifted his observant gaze to the road ahead, straining to see past the blowing dust. About another mile down the path sat what looked like some kind of building, most likely the border.
"Hey…dude…Connor!" Kel shouted over the rushing wind and the blaring stereo.
"Huh, what?"
"We should probably turn off the music; that property line thing is coming up."
"Oh, right!"
A small, but high pitched blip emanated from the speakers as the device switched off. Seeing an opportunity, the passenger pulled out the small stereo that he had secretly brought, a mischievous grin crawling across his face as he cranked it to full blast. The fury-injected madness of Napalm Death nearly startled the driver from his seat.
"What the hell man?!" he shouted over the sudden sound of Grindcore in his ears.
Kel turned down the music, howling with laughter, "Oh man, that was golden! You should have seen the look on your face!"
"I hate you." Connor jokingly shot back.
"Aww, come on man, I saw an opportunity!"
The two boys laughed the rest of the way to the border.