David tapped on his cellphone for the umpteenth time that day asking for a pizza to be delivered to his apartment, but the result was the same as the times before. Although the App continued working, there was nobody to deliver the food to his doorstep which was unfortunate considering the current curfew the megacity of New Texas was under.
"That's the thing about apps, you can't speak to people like in the old times," He scoffed before realizing there was a phone number and luckily, someone picked up. "What the fuck is taking so long? Why has no one come to deliver the pizza I ordered?" He asked.
"I'm sorry, but we are currently in a curfew. There's no way we can send the pizza to you." The young woman who answered the call replied, anxiousness vivid in her voice."
"But you did pick up the phone, so that means you're at the restaurant. Are you not?"