"Pah, wifi... smart phones... double pah to the entire internet..." Turner D Century fumed while twirling his mustache, he disliked the way the world had changed back in the 1980's he downright hated the further changes that had occurred when he was briefly departed.
"Oh... those sweet olden days... without all the hooplah and blinkity bloops...." he mused thinking back to the wondrous tales of the 1900s his stepfather regaled him with... "at least it's easier to keep track of these olden comics with these new-fangled machines.... rather than needing to risk ruining my precious collection by exposing it to this world... of course I do still need to deal with this confounded machine..." he prodded his e-reader rather clumsily trying to turn the page of his comic.
"men and women from space pretending to be humans orphans donning fancy dress and stopping crime... you won't get stories like that now a days ... no siree... all anyone wants to talk about are who is looking at who on facestagram... or... whatever... and the so called heroes of this world lack the panache...." Turner shakes his head. "The world would be better if they followed the traditions of the old days I tell you... even if I must admit that the harlots do like quite splendid now too..." Turner slapped himself
"snap out of their siren spell Turner!" he said loudly "... I must just be tired... yes... that is what brought such improper statements to my mind... a dandy night's sleep is just what I need to be perfectly Jake."
Turner said hiding the screen in his night table and changing into his old fashioned stocking capped pajamas... and quickly falling asleep... it was at this moment when Turner was in his deepest of sleeps... without even the most basic of consciousness the light of creation shined down through his building and hitting the slumbering relic... unaware that the world itself was twisting itself to match his true desires...