The future is bright

The sharp, electric beeping of your alarm just barely manages to wake you up. You groggily sit up in bed and rub the tiredness out of your eyes. You turn off your alarm and look around the room, to see if any of Sam's "big changes" trickled down into your own living space: leek modern furniture adorns the room, the walls filled with holographic posters of the current shows and games you're into, your shelves are lined with arrays of expensive and highly sophisticated sex toys, from simple vibrating dildos to self-cleaning butt-plugs. Your alarm clock, floating besides your bed's headrest, labels the time as 08:02, April 7, 2647. Everything's the same as it always as, so Sam mustn't have changed reality too much.