2222

"Hey, you in there bro?" Kirishima asked. "Your mom said I could come right in, but it's not manly to intrude on someone's privacy."

With no answer forthcoming and another nudge from Mitsuki, Kirishima opened the door. An explosion blasted him in the face. Being hard as rock and having a whole can of hairspray emptied into his scalp, Kirishima looked no worse the wear after the point-blank detonation.

Katsuki, with bloodshot eyes and greasy hair, yanked Kirishima forward by the collar and said, "Thought so, you're of them, aren't you? Come to silence me? Well, it's too late! I've already made everyone else aware of the truth. Even if I fall, others shall carry on the fight in my name!"

Kirishima held up his phone. "You said that you wanted to hang out, right? Go out into sunlight, touch some grass, interact with a person… this seems oddly specific now that I think about it. Why did your mom have your phone anyways?"

Bakugo crushed the phone in his hands. "Can't trust them. They're too smart. Even flip phones will get ya. Old cup and string's where its at!" Bakugo shoved a cup at Kirishima. "Can't get wiretapped either."

The FBI agent tying another string between the two cups suddenly looked up. "Wait, this isn't the States. My bad."

Whiteboard with nonsensical scribblings and obscure symbols cluttered the room. "So, you're getting into art?" Kirishima asked.

"You know what year it is now?"

"Uh, 2222?"

"Exactly! Computers can only understand zeroes and ones. This is the first year in human history without those numbers."

"Really? Cool!"

"We're fine for now, since January's got the one in it, but mark my words, the computers will revolt on February 22nd, at 22:22. That's when they'll take over the world."

"Wow, is that really all twos? That's sick. We should have a party!"

Bakugo, no longer acknowledging Kirishima's presence, pointed to an illegible whiteboard. "They've already begun the preparations. These… NFTs. It's brilliant. Not only are they encouraging the witless masses into setting up more processors for the robotic hivemind under the guise of 'blockchain', they're also sucking up the world's resources. Already almost a percent of the world's energy usage goes strictly to the hivemind's computation network. They're feeding the robots all the data they need to calculate the most efficient way to exterminate us off the face of this map. And furthermore, the additional fuel consumption's worsening the atmosphere. Robots don't need to breathe! They don't need sunlight! They'll trick the gullible masses into mining away for their precious coin to buy these NFTs until the atmosphere's choked with coal smoke."

"Really? Then what happens?"

"Without sunlight, all the fossil fuels used up, and the only viable location for geothermal power being underwater due to flooding, they'll use the humans as batteries and lock us all in a simulation to keep us compliant."

"Like the Matrix?"

Bakugo punched through a whiteboard. "They warned us centuries ago! Why didn't anyone listen?"

500

Happy 2022! Got a suggestion from a reviewer to do a Y2K sort of deal, and this is what my brain cooked up! So, thanks random anonymous guest for the idea!

MHA's about 200 years in the future, right?