Inside The French Fry Box Are French Fries, And Outside The Box Is The Future

The child who finished school ran with a french fry box in his hand, and the friction between the box and the palm prints made a fine sound. Inside the box lay a golden crisp sound, with each French fry wrapped in fine salt, reflecting a honey like luster in the sunset. That is a childhood magic, a bite can make the entire sky ripple with tomato red.

On the street corner bench sat a man in a suit, his French fry box resting on his briefcase. Half a box of cold French fries soaked in oil, curled up like an unfinished project. He looked at the holographic projection screen on the opposite construction site, where a swarm of drones were weaving the steel and iron bones of the new commercial district. The solidified starch in the box suddenly gained the weight of time, with each one pressing down for 24 hours.

The stray cat jumped onto the vending machine, and the pink meat pad stepped on the jumping advertisement on the electronic screen. In its pupils, the French fry box transformed into a wormhole leading to the starry sky. Nanorobots are building space elevators outside the atmosphere, and cold chain transport ships are carrying the crystallization of Arctic starlight through nebulae. At this moment, half of the fallen French fries were rolling in the wind, tracing the trajectory of the Milky Way.

We are always trapped in the moment we open the box, thinking that the world is only salty and crispy. Until one dusk, fingers dipped in tomato sauce slid across the transparent screen, and suddenly a sea of digital flowers bloomed in the AR glasses. It turns out that every ordinary corner is reflecting the spectrum of the future prism - those unnamed flavors will eventually bloom in a certain dimension.