Sonny grabbed the puffy red package from the window. He clipped it once around his shoulder and once around his waist. He checked his coordinates, and made one last adjustment to his magna-skates. Then, he raced down the side of 1227 E. 310th street.
Sonny picked up speed as he reached level 80, and was going blindingly fast at level 50. He knew he’d have to slow down if he was going to be able to stick the rail at level 30. Thankfully, he was able to reach the somewhat comically named “safety bar” and swing his body from his vertical route onto the horizontal one.
The skates interfaced with the rail and began to glow with a blue light. Sonny sparkled with electricity, and whizzed past impossibly tall building, all while double-checking that the final destination on the package matched the one scrolling on his wrist.
Sonny leaned into the curve at 7th avenue, before jumping off the rail at 6th. His skates snapped onto a light pole and he followed it all the way to the ground. He cruised on the shining metal sidewalk, until his wrist beeped.
Sonny had arrived.
Sonny watched the apartment door open and the strangely dressed man walk up the half-flight of stairs to reach the ground level.
The man took the package and complimented Sonny’s efficiency.
Sonny stopped him, and asked, “How come you get delivery instead of just printing your lunch?”
“The old-fashioned ways are better,” the man said, disappearing inside.