It would take some time for the millennial students of Clone High to fully grasp the music that came out during the time they were frozen.

It was one of the first things everybody discovered when exploring the new world. Responses were mixed, but that was mainly because all different kinds of music were being listened to.

Abe and his group of new friends were killing time as usual on Monday afternoon. Everybody is looking down at their smartphones just like they had been doing for a while.

A chuckle coming from Abe catches their attention, which he didn't ignore.

Without warning, he began singing.

"Oh, I've been shaking! I love it when you go crazy! You take all my inhibitions! Baby, there's nothing holding me back!

You take me places that tear up my reputation. Manipulate my decisions. Baby, there's nothing holding me back!"

Confucius chuckles. "Shawn Mendes. Nice."

Abe then takes the earbuds out of his ears. "Sorry, what was that?"

"I said I like Shawn Mendes, Abe." Said Confucius. "You see, I thought it'd be better if you discovered these amazing songs on your own. Rather than just us pushing them onto you."

Abe picks up his phone. "Well, we've got some time to kill before we head back to class. Push one onto me, I'm ready."

Confucius was about to sing a song of his own when somebody else approached Abe.

"Abe, dude… you're still hanging out with these guys?"

Abe turns his head. "Ah, Gandhi. Why don't you come sit with us?"

Gandhi looks at his friend with a flat expression. "I'm good, man. I'm fine standing. We need to talk about this-"

"Wait… Mahatma Gandhi?" William stood up. "You're the clone of that Indian guy who stood up against Great Britain. Did an excellent job at it too, by the way. I was hoping we could talk."

Gandhi points at William. "I'm not interested in talking to you. Whoever you are. I'm not interested in ANOTHER history lesson!"

Abe speaks up. "Hey, that's William Wilberforce. He fought Britain too in his own way."

"Look, I don't know who that is or what he's done, but I still saw that video you posted on YouTube earlier, Abe. You know the one. Knork 2.0!? You DON'T wanna work with me anymore!?"

Abe scratches the back of his head. Over the weekend, he and Nikola Tesla had been working hard to come up with schematics in Tesla's garage. He even went so far as to create a YouTube account for himself. He didn't think anything would come out of it.

Tesla leaned forward and spoke. "Yeah… The Knork 2.0. I did think it was about time to improve such a concept. I did have a few ideas that Abe here was willing to try out. I was also debating about whether or not to open up a kickstarter."

Gandhi looks at Tesla. "But you still weren't planning to involve me in- Wait, what's a kickstarter?"

Now it's Dante's turn to speak. "It's like , but it's mainly for new products. Not content creation."

Gandhi ran his fingers across the top of his head. "Huh!? What's ?"

Dante took a deep breath. "Oh yeah. You didn't have either back then. Essentially, what Kickstarter and are, are platforms for crowdfunding.

Abe and Nick here would be reaching out to people on the internet. Asking them for money. In return, they can have exclusive offers to their product. Am I going too fast here?"

Gandhi shook his head. "No no. I think I got it. So Abe, you were thinking of asking for money from strangers on the internet? You couldn't just get a loan like last time?"

Abe sighs. "I thought about getting another loan. But I just couldn't go through with it. You see, things have become easier now, Gandhi. A loan would only make things more complicated for me. It didn't go so well last time, remember?"

"Oh yeah, I loved that story with Snowflake Day." Said Confucius. "Hey, if it makes you feel better, a lot of millennials are in massive debt right now. They were duped into taking out loans and now are demanding them to be forgiven. Which they should. I'll talk to you more about that later."

That was enough to make Gandhi laugh.

"Hahaha! It looks like college isn't such a big deal after all. So much for being a passionate graduate!

Hey, I just rhymed there… Properly!"

"Maybe after I'm finished with Abe, we could work on a mixtape together." Tesla rubs his chin. "Call ourselves: G-Spot and Nicky T."

"Good name, but no thanks." Gandhi goes back to frowning again. "I'm still not happy with you and Abe working together. Maybe I could tag along?"

"We'll have to see about that." Said Tesla. "I'll send you some of my rap samples and try to work from there."

Abe then spoke up. "Hey Confucius. You haven't gotten to singing that song you wanted to share with me yet."

"Are you sure you want to hear it, man?" Said Confucius. "I'm starting to think you won't like it."

"Well there's only one way to find out." Said Abe. "Go ahead. Before we have to go back to class."

Confucius sighs before speaking to the others. "Guys, remember what we've been singing nonstop in our Sophomore year? Maybe we'll just do that."

William, Dante, and Tesla's faces lit up. They instantly understood what their friend was talking about.

Dante started, and William and Tesla then joined him.

"Bum bum bum ba bum bum ba bum bum.

Bum bum bum ba bum bum ba bum bum."

Confucius cleared his throat before he began singing.

"I used to rule the world. Chunks would load when I gave the word.

Now every night I go stow away. Hide from the mobs I used to slay."

He looks at Abe and Gandhi before singing again. Gandhi doesn't look too amused.

"They once were terrified, every time I looked into their eyes. Villagers would cheer my way, for a hero I was. That's what they'd say. ONE MINUTE WE-"

Abe is nodding his head to the song. "Hey Gandhi, this is pretty good. Maybe we can sing-"

Gandhi hadn't been listening to him, as he had left the table as Abe was distracted.

"The hell is his problem?" He thought before listening to more of Confucius's song. This is unlike anything he's ever heard of before.

"I GAZED off into the boundless skyline! Noteblock choirs playing in the sunshine…"

Later in the evening, Gandhi found himself walking the same dock that a few of his friends have walked all those years ago.

For a while, it seemed like nothing had changed at all. There's nothing here to remind him of how different everything is now.

He stares at the lake for a little while before looking to his right. On an identical dock right next to him, there's another guy wearing a gray hoodie. He had his head down so he couldn't see his face.

Out of nowhere, the stranger began talking.

"It truly is beautiful, isn't it? I honestly wouldn't know what I'd do if this place changed."

Gandhi raises an eyebrow. "Uh dude? You're kinda… freaking me out here. Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"Oh my god." The stranger speaks to himself. "It's me, you bald nerd!"

Gandhi took a step back as the stranger revealed himself to be JFK. For a moment, he couldn't tell who it really was because the whole time he's known him, JFK had his hair styled. It had been standing up. Now it's flowing down his face and nearly touching his shoulders.

He almost looks better this way. He thought to himself.

"JFK." Gandhi looks him up and down again.

"So… you've looked like you've seen better days. What's been going on with you, man?"

"What's been going on with me? Don't make me, er uh, laugh." JFK shoots him an angry look.

"I tried. I really tried, man. But it's all so much for me to handle. Every time I think I came close to understanding this new world, somebody brings up something I haven't heard of before.

I just don't know how to describe it. Things haven't gotten easier, but at the same time, all the young people want me to think that they are!"

"Dude." Gandhi tries to comfort him. "There's no shame in having trouble with something. There are many people out there who wouldn't mind lending a hand. All you have to do is ask.

Sure, there are just as many unfriendly people, if not more, but we still move on, right? We get used to change."

JFK shook his head.

"SOME people get used to change, but it comes harder for, er uh, the rest of us!

I found that living the life the only way I want for myself is what works best for me.

I don't care if there are many people out there who would label me 'bigoted,' or anything like that. If they have a problem with me, they can all go to hell!"

He then walks away, leaving Gandhi speechless at what he just heard.