By Antoinette  Johnson

[Parody of The Simpsons mixed with Real Housewives and futuristic AI drama]

[Scene: Neon-lit writer’s room. Characters: Ms. Reality, FutureFlex, and Psychic Papi. A giant screen shows headlines from 2028—already written in 2025 by them.]

Ms. Reality (laughing):
“Remember when I wrote that skit about AI babies taking over daycare centers and now it’s a real bill in Congress?”

FutureFlex (sipping tea):
“They called me weird when I predicted a beef between Kanye’s clone and Beyoncé’s AI hologram. Now look—trending in 4 dimensions.”

Psychic Papi:
“We told ‘em. We the new Simpsons. But spicy, with edges and receipts.”

Ms. Reality:
“And tithes. Don’t forget I saw this in a dream AND in the group chat.”

[They hold up notebooks titled: ‘Episode 7: When Robots Start Releasing Mixtapes.’]

Cut to Confessional:

Ms. Reality (to camera):
“They laughed at me for saying I’d be the first to create my own coin, my own platform, my own frequency. Now they asking me for interviews on how I saw it coming.”