Tasha pulled her phone from her hideous handbag and was happily surprised to see that it had held a charge.
Curious about the way things now were, she was able to find an internet site still called "Vegas Casino Talk."
She queefed joyously, logged in, and was shocked.
The same people who'd been there in 2024 were still there, making the same ridiculous claims, arguments, and threats as always.
"Hey Voice" yelled Tasha: "Something fishy is going on here, VCT is still up and running and with the same folks as 1000 years ago. What, are they doppelgangers or did they get frozen too?"
The dulcet Voice answered.
"Uh, well, that's just it, the thing I wanted you to slowly absorb, to avoid shock. Fuck it, here goes."
Tasha rubbed her private parts in warm anticipation; she wondered whether they still had Bingo, and if her free play would still work. She began to pant.
"The world has changed drastically since your day. Over time the benefits of cannabis were embraced by all the peoples and governments of the world. Now it's the three C's: 'continuous cannabis consumption."
The Voice could not be seen, but the inhalation of good leaf was quite audible, followed by the sound of superior cannabis being exhaled.
"We're too blissed out to get anything done. Now all we do is get high, go online, munch out, gamble, and drink."
Tasha was still baffled.
"That's cool, but how is it that the same folks are posting on VCT today, 1000 years later?"
"Oh, that's all AI generated material based on careful examination of the Historical Records from VCT. The entire planet reads it now, it's The Law. Oh, that and mandatory Bingo."
Tasha finished rubbing herself amidst shudders of joy: she was gonna like it here.