Your kids, Marty.

They're in trouble.

We've got to travel to the future to save them.

Whoa, Doc.

We're really here in the future.

Huh.

Looks different from how I imagined it.

That's right, Marty.

It's October 21st, 2015.

Oh, incredible.

Who knows what kind of technological advancements and, like, societal progress we've made in three decades.

Huh.

Far out.

There's no time for that, Marty.

We've got to find your kids.

Well, let's load up the car's fusion reactor with garbage and find them.

Oh, stop.

Are you crazy?

Most cars still run on fossil fuels, and the ones that don't are prohibitively expensive for most people.

That's crazy.

Hasn't the government made, like, meaningful investment in clean energy?

No, Marty.

It's gotten so bad that carbon emissions have irreversibly changed the planet's climate.

Oh, heavy.

At least it still flies.

Cars don't fly.

In fact, flying is a real ordeal since the rise of fundamentalist Islamic terrorists has made travel a nightmare of fear and security theater.

Huh.

What a dark geopolitical era this is.

Bummer, Doc.

You've got to fit in, Marty.

Quick, put these on.

Oh, rad.

I bet they're like futuristic self-lacing sneakers, right, Doc?

What?

No.

They're called Crocs.

They're foam sandals.

Oh, man.

It looks like a clogged, fucked Swiss cheese.

Smells like it, too.

Do people actually wear these?

All the time.

Especially at amusement parks and malls.

I gotta tell you, Doc, this future seems pretty terrible.

I know, but we have to survive it for the sake of your kids.

Cubs win?

They finally won the World Series.

No way!

Cubs wins revoked amidst steroid scandal.

Yeah, the whole sport of baseball is in pretty dire condition.

It's been struggling to find new fans and rampant drug use has tarnished the game.

Aw, jeez.

What a grim development for America's pastime.

Also, print media is on its last legs.

Hey, McFly!

I told you not to come around here!

Oh, no.

That's Griff, Beth's grandson.

Chill out, Doc.

It's the future.

I'll just hop on a hoverboard and float away.

They'll never catch me.

Sorry, Marty.

There aren't any hoverboards.

This is the closest thing we have.

What the fuck is this?

It's called an aux board, Marty.

It's slightly faster than walking.

Oh.

Okay, well, I guess if it helps me get away...

See, Marty?

There's a pack of Vine stars riding past right now.

Yeah, I don't know what Vine is, but I hate them.

You got a lot of nerve showing your face, McFly.

Aw, jeez.

Are you gonna bully me?

What?

Think, McFly.

If I was gonna bully you, I'd do it anonymously online, where I would continuously encourage you to commit suicide and leak nude photos of you.

Hey, whoa, sounds like we've all forgotten how to treat our fellow humans with dignity.

That's right, Marty.

Technology has connected us, but in many ways, driven us farther apart than ever before.

Hey, Griff, what's that?

All right, here we go, aux board.

Great Scott, how have we fallen?