Future
an icy breeze
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*pop*
Hello? Hello?
Can you hear me?
Ah, yes! I did it! I’ve traveled through time! It’s me, future Steve! Steve from the future!
Yes.
That’s right. I’m from the future. I live there. In the future, time travel is as common as . . . well, it’s as common as not time traveling is in the past.
So. Anyhow.
Sorry to interrupt that cute little haiku or whatever it was.
Umm. I don’t know where past Steve is, or, as you know him, Now Steve. He’s probably in the future. That seems to be how it works. He’ll be back when I go home – to the future. I’m from the future.
Did I mention I’m from the future?
I know. I know. You have all sorts of questions about the future. Well why wouldn’t you? Of course, I don’t have questions about the future. I live in the future!
Anyhow, let’s see. Umm, well, I don’t pay much attention to politics so . . . you know, it’s about the same. Probably. Whatever. There’s some President; I guess. I don’t know. They do things – they sign things. It’s quaint. There’s lots of mobs and unrest.
It’s a utopia of unrest.
Oh! Oh! TV is now 4D. YES. How about that? 4D? It’s awesome. I particularly like the Love Boat reboot – Robot Love Boat.
Clanky the bartender is my favorite.
I also like the reality series, Time Chase Your Own Tail. It’s – well, it takes too long to explain. Suffice it to say, you won’t see any better knife fighting, anywhere, ever, any time. It’s educational, too.
And, also, brace yourself . . . Soylent Green is PEOPLE!
HahaHA! Not really! I’m kidding! I’m a joker. I’m a joker from the future! We don’t call it Soylent Green. Had you going, huh?
Okay, well. I’ve got to go. The past is . . . boring. I’m bored. I need to be entertained. There’s no entertainment here. So. Let’s see. I read this entry before I left the future. Now, I’ve got to try and reproduce it exactly or my time narrative will be destroyed. Can’t have that.
If I remember, this post was exactly four hundred and thirteen words long.
And it ended, something like . . . . wait for it . . . something like . . . .THIS.
*pop*
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an icy breeze
whistling through bare limbs
the future
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© Steve Mitchell 2011