Futurist 2062: The Year of Phyllias

He arose to the chirping sound of the clock which was a holdover from before the He looked at the clock, noticing the small date notification showing that it was January 10, 2062. He was 100 years old today. He had dreamed of making it to a hundred and then saying that the good Lord to take him. Guess God has other plans for him so he arose and walked into the bathroom. After completing his business, he washed his hands and looked into the mirror. He still looked 50 years old. He felt 50 years old, if that was possible and yet, he was 100 today.
Trixie welcomed him in the hallway, and both went to the kitchen. He pressed a button and fresh food was provided for Trixie. He pulled the water tap and reached for the coffee beans. He turned the tap off and took the beans and dumped them into the grinder. He hit the button and the beans were immediately shredded to very small grains. He put the contents into the brewing machine and hit the on switch.
‘Well Trixie, ole girl, that is my 100-birthday present to me.’
Trixie looked up and went back to eating.
It was there morning ritual; food for Trixie, coffee for him. He then took a cup and sat at the table. He opened the tablet and looked at the information provided on the news feed. Most of the news was government news with little commentary