[ Somewhere, "Welcome to the Sixties" is playing. Too bad that song was written way too late for Midge to know it. She also can't sing so — no love lost there. ]

Two thousand eighteen?

That's.

Insane.

No, really.

[ She's been given enough orientation to know that the people here are also from the "future" but it's their present, and Midge expects to go home and not be an inventor, so she hasn't exactly paid a ton of attention. Someone else who's stuck here being from the future though? That's way more exciting. ]

What's life like in the future? Tell me the really mundane stuff — whatever seems really obvious and boring to you.