Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom (or was it a quaint forest? I could never tell), there lived a witch named Morgana. She wasn't your typical broom-riding, cackling old witch. Morgana was young, vibrant, and, if I may say so, quite fashionable for someone who spent most of her time in a forest. She had an impeccable taste in robes, and her pointy hat? A true masterpiece. If Pinterest had existed back then, her magic tips and style would've gone viral.

But one day, Morgana decided that magic was a bit... outdated. She wanted to try something different. "What's the use of all this magic if I can't make a real difference in the world?" she thought. And so, she concocted a daring spell to transport herself to the future - because, of course, time travel was the next logical step after potion-brewing and curse-casting.

"Just a pinch of time dust, a dash of star essence, and a little hop, skip, and a jump!" Morgana muttered to herself as she prepared the spell.

But like most ambitious magic users, she underestimated the complexity of what she was doing. A single wrong incantation, and whoops! The spell backfired. Instead of landing somewhere in the future, Morgana was yanked through an unpredictable vortex, twisting and tumbling through time and space. When she finally landed, she was not in a shimmering city of flying cars or robot butlers, as she'd hoped. No, instead, she landed in... a coffee shop. In the middle of a bustling city.

To say Morgana was confused would be an understatement. She blinked twice, taking in her surroundings. People were sitting in front of glowing rectangles, tapping them with their fingers like they were performing some sort of strange ritual. Some were even talking to these glowing boxes. Morgana couldn't help but think, "Are these people possessed?"

After dusting herself off and brushing the dirt out of her spellbindingly perfect robe (thank goodness for fashion, even in time travel), Morgana approached a barista at the counter. "Excuse me, but where exactly am I?"

The barista, with a look of polite confusion, replied, "Uh, this is a Starbucks. Can I get you a latte or something?"

"A... latte?" Morgana frowned. She wasn't sure whether that was an enchanted brew or just the result of someone's bad magic. But before she could inquire further, a strange buzzing sound filled the air. A small, shiny, cylindrical object hovered nearby, humming like it had a life of its own. It made a curious whirring noise, and the screen on its side lit up with words: "How can I help you today?"

Morgana jumped back. "What is this sorcery?!"

A man sitting at a nearby table looked up, chuckling. "That's just an AI assistant. It helps you with tasks. It's like a digital butler."

Morgana blinked. "A butler... that's a ghost that can hold a spoon, right?"

"No, no," the man laughed. "It's artificial intelligence. It's... a machine. A smart one."

Morgana, whose entire worldview had just been turned upside down, tried to process this new information. A smart machine? As if the natural world wasn't complicated enough! But then, her mischievous side kicked in. A grin spread across her face. She'd spent centuries being the smartest person in the room. Why not try out some new magic?

With a sly twinkle in her eye, Morgana turned to the hovering AI device. "Alright, you little mechanical mischief-maker. Let's see what you can do. How do you make a potion of invisibility?"

The AI buzzed with a polite beep. "I'm sorry, I cannot make potions. But I can help you find a recipe for invisibility spells."

Morgana's brow furrowed. "You can't make potions? But... you can find recipes? How is that even magic?!"

The AI responded, "It's not magic. It's data. Data is the future."

Morgana was, to put it mildly, horrified. "Data? You mean you just look up things and make them work? What happened to true power?"

The AI paused, probably calculating how to respond to such a bold witch. Finally, it hummed, "Data is power. In fact, I have all the answers you could ever need. Just ask."

Morgana narrowed her eyes. "Alright then, if you're so smart, can you tell me how to undo the spell I just cast? It wasn't supposed to land me in a coffee shop!"

The AI paused again, then replied, "Sure! Just type your question into your phone or use voice command. I'll guide you through."

Morgana's face twisted in confusion. "Phone? What is this... 'phone'?" She glanced at the glowing rectangles everyone seemed so obsessed with. "This looks like a tiny, glowing spellbook... but without any real magic!"

With newfound determination, Morgana spent the next few hours experimenting with her new surroundings, trying to get a handle on this future. She asked the AI ridiculous questions, like, "How do I turn my broomstick into a hoverboard?" and "Can you summon a dragon to fetch me coffee?" The AI, ever polite, had no answers to any of these, but it suggested ways to improve her online presence instead, which Morgana found incredibly strange but amusing.

Eventually, Morgana gave up on trying to master this world's "technology" and turned back to the basics - magic. After all, she was still a witch, and no machine, no matter how smart, could change that.

In the end, Morgana decided to stay in this strange future, but not without a sense of humor. She may not have understood everything, but one thing was for sure: AI didn't know everything. It couldn't beat her magic. Or could it?

Morgana quickly created an app called "WitchFix," where she sold potion recipes, broomstick upgrades, and magical consultations. To her surprise, it went viral.

Her final lesson? In the future, there was one thing that would always be more powerful than data - good ol' witchy charm... and a decent Wi-Fi connection.

The end. Or, as they say in the future: "Swipe up for more."