Don’t think that when the clever boys and girls of today get old, that they will have lost their ability to be clever.
Way down the track, miles from hence, Granny Boyle was angry; real angry. Some upstart-little-technological-savvy twerp had thought it fun to digitally go into the innards of Granny’s microwave’s electronics, and with the push of a button on a cell phone, make Granny’s microwave explode. Just as Granddad was using it. It killed him. Granny Boyle wasn’t simply sad; she was furious.
Getting her own cell phone, she started pressing numbers. Tap tap tap. Click click click. She pressed the final button.
“Hopefully,” said Granny, “that will have exploded the technological-savvy twerp’s phone and blown their head off.”