It started like any other morning…until the internet went out. Suddenly, the house fell eerily silent, except for the faint hum of smart appliances realizing they were no longer smart. The fridge blinked in confusion, the coffee pot refused to brew, and the washer sat frozen mid-cycle like it had lost the will to live.

The sprinkler system wouldn’t run, and the only way to get cell service was to step outside…into the actual sun. Without coffee.

That’s when the real chaos began.

Half-dressed parents stumbled into the daylight, shielding their eyes from the brightness of a world not filtered through screens. Children, wild-eyed and sugar-fueled, roamed the streets like tiny, feral creatures demanding Wi-Fi passwords that no longer existed.

Do we make eye contact? Wave? Speak? The rules of human interaction suddenly felt foreign. I vaguely remembered a time long ago when I used to take my kids to a place with swings and slides, where other moms gathered and (get this) talked to each other. Out loud.

Do they still make books with paper? The kind that don’t glow or need charging? I might just find out.

In a desperate act of survival, I decided to dig up the old time capsule of pre-internet entertainment: board games, puzzles, and maybe even a deck of cards. The kids looked at me like I was suggesting we churn butter for fun. But soon, we were outside, rediscovering the ancient art of the picnic.

Day 1 without the internet. The smart home has gone dumb, the children are plotting rebellion, and I’m wondering if this is how civilization ends?? Not with a bang, but with a buffering symbol.

Will we survive? Will our children adapt or crumble without the World Wide Web? And most importantly… will ChatGPT become obsolete?

Stay tuned if the Wi-Fi ever comes back.