“You're not on
the list.”
Saint Peter*
#quote
CJ might be
coming over tomorrow. He saved up his paid time off days so he could
take solid blocks of time off at the end of the year so he can
actually come over during the week. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The One-Way
Time Traveler
Fed up with
this world Doctor Walden put himself in cryogenic sleep for one
thousand years. He knew that by that time humans would have created
the ultimate utopia for him to live in, or destroyed themselves
completely. Both options he considered better than the modern era.
Utopia or a hermit.
A thousand
years passed and Doctor Walden awoke. He made his way out of his
mountain hideout, carrying gold to barter and other objects in hand
to make a living in whatever future he happened upon.
The city looked
large, though the buildings the similar. The first person he ran
across wore a long-sleeved shirt with three pockets on it. His shorts
possessed many zippers on the sides with no obvious function. The man
greeted him in some form of English mutated from modern English. The
change of language. It sounded like listening to Shakespeare, since
modern English was an evolution of Shakespeare. He could pick up the
general meaning, but most of it became lost on him.
He saw this
change as a wonderful sign. But as he progressed he noticed that
there was no utopia. Just a city. Some things he read in science
fiction books appeared. Little service robots here and there.
Electric cars. This made him assume that at least the energy problem
had been solved, or at least batteries had become so efficient the
issue became mitigated. But the entire future looked very, very
boring. Just more technology and some strange new fashion trends with
many pocketed shirts and shorts with too many zippers. One thousand
years and people never changed who they were.
It's like he
never left home.
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