'The Ultimate Enemy' showed Amity Park ten years in the future and they all had flying cars. Well, it's been ten years. So where's the flying cars?
The Future
If there was one thing Danny knew about the future it was that there were supposed to be flying cars. He'd been promised flying cars. Even if that promise had consisted of Clockwork's portal open to a horrible future, the ruins of civilization broken at the feet of his evil self. A promise was still a promise. And that promise had involved flying cars.
So he didn't understand why he was here in a coffee shop, 24 years old, sitting across from his friend Tucker as the other man fiddled with a slingshot on his tablet, shooting tiny birdies at a structure hiding ghost pigs. "Dude, where's the flying cars?" he asked.
Tucker hummed and pulled the slingshot back, hissing his triumph when the birdy smashed into the side of the structure and caused the ghost pigs to blow up. His score popped up.
"Tucker, put it down," Danny said. "You can wait a minute."
"Right," Tucker said, trying to turn his attention to his friend. He folded his hands, all ready to listen. And then his smartphone rang. Tucker gestured for some time to take this and immediately fell into a discussion with his coworkers at the governor's office.
Danny sighed and sipped his coffee, looking around. People still walked on the street, none of them flying anywhere on jetpacks. Most of them had things in their ears or smartphones in their hands. Some of them even had those new AR-glasses that he'd heard Tucker gushing about the year before. But there were no flying cars. A lot of the cars made no noise, sure, electrical engines didn't produce sound. But they didn't fly.
Tucker got off the phone, that problem settled. "Sorry about that, Danny," Tucker said. "The fruitloop got himself involved in a scandal again and he wants us underlings to pull him out. You were saying?"
"There's no flying cars, Tucker," Danny said.
"Yeah, and?"
"So I was promised flying cars! Clockwork himself showed me flying cars by 2014. Well, here we are. It's 2014 and there's no flying cars."
Tucker rolled his eyes. He pulled out his smartphone. "Dude, we have computers that fit in the palms of our hands," he said. "We have glasses that can show us the display directly in front of our eyes and we can still see to walk around. We can print our own DNA. We can build living things from scratch. Heck, we can even grow bacon in a lab and it tastes right. This is indeed the future."
Danny hmmphed.
"And you'd have crashed your flying car anyway."
"I would not," Danny defended.
Tucker patted Danny on the shoulder and finished his cup of coffee. "I gotta get back to work. See you around, Danny."
Danny waved as Tucker left. He went back to sighing as he watched people wander past. He didn't care if he'd have crashed his flying car, he still wanted one.