/lit/ - Literature

>>13459565
I dreamt last night that I was a fighter pilot in some Battle of Britain-esque scenario. For some reason I had been separated from my squadron during an air raid, and was frantically driving through the city on my way back to the air field as enemy bombers flew overhead. I finally made it after being stuck in evacuating traffic for hours, only to find the field completely deserted and all the planes missing. Before I could investigate any further the phone in my pocket started buzzing. I pulled it out and discovered that all the other pilots had invited me to some kind of group chat in which they had been discussing squadron strategy. Reading through the messages, I realized that the lack of planes was due to the complete incompetence of my fellow pilots and the absence of any kind of leadership. One pilot left a message that he was feeling sick and didn't feel like showing up for the air raid, another claimed that flying was boring and didn't capture his interest anymore, and the last was bragging about stealing all the squadron's planes for himself and hiding them in his garage. I was horrified, but before I could do anything a bomb struck the field and I woke up.

I guess the moral of the story is that smartphone-addicted millennials can't into fighter planes.