21st Century Troubles

A/N: Hi guys! So I'm back with my second chapter, so here goes:

Chapter 2: Geordi

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have now reaches cruising altitude," said a voice over the intercom. "You may now use FAA approved portable electronics."

"Portable electronics?" asked Geordi, frowning.

"You know: iPads, iPods, Games. What planet are you from anyways?" asked the person to Geordi's left.

"Earth. What do I look like? A Klingon?" said Geordi.

"A what? Boy, how much crack were you smoking before this flight anyways? You got any left?"

"What? No!" Geordi looked around. He glanced out the window, and the sun glared on his visor- which was evidently invisible to people to people of this era. The person to Geordi's right took out a bag labeled: Lays Potato Chips, and popped some 'chips' in his mouth. The man caught Geordi looking at him.

"What? Never seen a bag of chips before?" he asked. Geordi sighed, and leaned back in his seat- which wasn't very comfortable. A 'flight attendant' came to their row and asked them what they would like to drink.

"I'll have a Bud Light," said the man to Geordi's left.

"Me too," said the man to Geordi's right.

"Uh, I'm fine, thanks," said Geordi. He remembered reading about 21st century sodas and beers- which were horribly bad for you. He assumed that this 'Bud Light' was a beer- though without Synthahol. The 'flight attendant' was back quickly with their drinks.

"That'll be 4 dollars each," she said. The men took out their wallets, and gave the attendant a piece of plastic. The plastic card was swiped through a machine, causing a piece of paper to come out of it. The men each received their plastic things back, along with a piece of paper, which they had to sign. They each handed their piece of paper back to the flight attendant, who gave them yet another piece of paper.

History was right. These we wasteful people, thought Geordi. Once the whole procedure was complete, the men opened their beers and took a long sip, causing both of them to burp simultaneously. Geordi put his pace in his hands, frustrated. He was going to get Q for this.

Several headaches and burps later, the flight attendant made another announcement over the intercom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as we make our final descent into Louisville, we'd like to thank you for choosing us here at Southwest Airlines. At this time, all portable electronics must be turned off, your trays stowed, and your seats in the full upright position." Geordi looked out the window. He guessed that they must be at least 15,000 feet up still. And he didn't see this 'Louisville' anywhere in sight.

As the plane slowly made its way down through the clouds, more and more became visible. Finally, the plane touched down on what he heard some kid call a 'runway'. The flight attendant made on more announcement over the intercom:

"Ladies and gentlemen: welcome to Louisville! Please remain seated with your seatbelt fastened until we have come to a complete stop at the gate." The plane slowly taxied down a concrete road until it reached 'the gate'. There was a beep, followed by sounds of seatbelts unbuckling everywhere.

Geordi examined his seatbelt, but could not figure out how to unbuckle it. After several tries, he finally got it to unbuckle. He stood up, and banged his head on the overhead bins above him. He rubbed his head, as he exited his aisle row, and walked down the aisle until he reached the end of it. He walked off the plane, and onto some ramp-like structure, but it was enclosed. He walked inside it until he reached the end of it, and entered a large room.

There were lots of people sitting in the waiting area. He stopped to look around, and began following the crowd towards what he assumed to be the exit. As he walked, he passed a crowd of people standing in line, waiting. He walked out the doors of the building, and lots of automobiles were sitting, waiting to pick up their passengers. Geordi had no idea where to go.

A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for the short chapter, but more is on the way! Thanks for reading and reviewing.