This is your tech bubble in Seattle

You wake up with fake sunlight from your Wi-Fi-enabled lamp and you reach for your smartphone before you even open one eye. After checking that you finally reached 90% of sleep efficiency, you start your morning ritual through your social media apps.

A few more ‘Clinton has already won the Elections’ news from your Facebook feed remind you that November 8th is finally tomorrow. You walk to the bathroom with a sense of accomplishment: you retweeted a couple of anti-Trump news articles that a friend shared.

The smart toothbrush congratulates you for not missing any teeth 3 days in a row and you jump in the shower while listening to OneRepublic’s ‘Future Looks Good’, how appropriate!

Your coffee is steamy and ready by the time you reach the kitchen, just like you programmed the automatic coffee maker. ‘Alexa, good morning!’ you say, and the only other voice in the house replies with a semi-robotic greeting. You check the impressions that your tweet received so far. Ouch, only 6.

Checking your agenda for the day, you realize that it’s already 9am, so you rush to your Tesla and hope that traffic won’t be too bad. A notification informs you that you forgot to lock the front door, but your IFTTT rules worked like a charm, locking the August Smart Lock and lowering your Nest temperature to Eco mode. Being a homeowner at age 30 feels good.

In less than 50 minutes, you get to your start-up’s office in South Lake Union. ‘Wait for next year…’ you tell yourself, knowing that when Amazon finishes its big move, your morning commute won’t be that easy.

The office is already buzzing with the typical chatter around the ping pong table and the free snack bar. It’s 10am after all. A couple of politically incorrect Trump jokes later, you finally sit at your desk, ready to work. Just 2 hours until the lunch break and 34 new emails since last night. You can do this.

During lunch, the new hire complains about the poor selection of free alcohol available at the office and most of your peers nod in agreement. You want to mention how you feel about the amount of fresh fruit in the snack bar, ‘are we supposed to fight for apples every day?’, but they are already talking about the fake news they found on Facebook. Maybe next time.

It’s now almost 6pm, and you are getting ready to leave work. You take one last look at Slack, where several friends are talking about a viewing party for Election Day. ‘Should I bring tacos and a piñata to celebrate? LOL’ you post, and regret not using a ‘bad hombres’ meme.

You reach the I-5 on your way home, but it looks like a parking lot, so you enable Autopilot and open UberEats to get something for dinner. You launch Facebook and see yet another post of your politically hyperactive friend. You thought of unfollowing him, there is nothing new he could tell you about Clinton you don’t already know. You cannot even vote yet, since you are not a citizen, but you think ‘hey, it’s good to be informed’. You give him a ‘like’.

At home, you watch the latest SNL episode on Hulu while you eat your chicken pad thai. That opening confirms for you that the US is still a great place to live and thrive in harmony. You know everything will be good, your donation to Clinton definitely paid off. You eat a little more even though you are not hungry anymore.

Content, you wash your hands, getting ready for bed. You notice a big bubble of soap in the sink. Amused, you stop for a second and get closer, focusing on the beautiful shapes forming on the surface. You consider popping the bubble. But you don’t.