
While I was working in Professor Mertz’s lab this summer to earn some money for my causal addiction to recreational drugs, I happened to stumble upon this old machine under a dusty tarp. And as I was gathering some beakers to sell on ebay, I accidentally tripped over an inconveniently placed extension cord and activated the machine. Before I knew it, this brilliant blue light flashed in the room and suddenly, I was no longer in the lab. I was in the future! The whole incident reeked of the paper thin plot of an eighties teen comedy, but I assure you, this is how it went down.
I found myself in the year 2088, where I immediately noticed flying cars and some cool looking moon boots. This one dude had this boom box looking thing that he carried around that played music, but when the music came out of the speakers, it made cotton candy. It was awesome.
So, where are all my mementos from the future you ask? What are the winning lotto numbers and the World Series champions for the next eighty years? What future disasters will I be able to prevent because of my knowledge of the future? Well, bear with me on this one.
I’m not exactly an organized person to begin with. So, when I was barraged with moon boots, flying cars and cotton candy boom boxes, I was bound to forget to do things like pick up a paper, ask a local shop owner what has happened in the last century or collect any semblance of proof that I actually traveled to the future. Instead, I spent the majority of my time at this holography museum, hanging out at a futuristic arcade where you get to drive these really badass virtual go-karts and wandering around at the zoo. I went to the zoo mostly to see if they had any sweet mutant hybrid animals, but they didn’t.
Animals in the future are pretty much the same, except they just look a lot more depressed. Like the polar bear I saw, just laid on his stomach looking really overweight and made a lot of noises that sounded he was dying a little bit on the inside. And when I started following this pretty girl around the zebra pen, I was suddenly sent back to my own time, as my exploration of the future was apparently on some sort of timed circuit.
So look, let’s recap my defense. I’m the type of guy who forgets the small things like: court dates, graduations, meetings with my parole officer and days when I’m suppose to drive my mom to the hospital. I don’t really plan ahead. When a majority of your income is earned from doing odd jobs in a lab, selling stolen stuff on ebay and hustling kids at ski ball down by the pier, you don’t like to plan ahead, as it only makes you depressed.
And anyway, I think changing the past with information from the future is like bad according to movies. It’s likes crossing the streams in Ghostbusters. It’s one of them thingees, what do you call them? Paradoxes. Wouldn’t I have messed everything up? Like when I got back home there would be like dinosaurs rickshaws or something messed up going on? I dunno.
It also didn’t help that the time machine burned up on my return journey. It wasn’t one of those multi-use phone booth time machines like Keanu Reeves had, it was one of those one shot deals. So, all I can do now is give you a very vague and non-descript glimpse into the future. As I said before, there are some flying cars. Some of them are red, some not. I heard this one guy talking with a Russian accents, so apparently there are still Russians in the future. There didn’t appear to any signs that a Zombie Apocalypse had occurred or would occur in the near future. And…let me see… a lot of people had taken to carving lighting bolts in their hair, kind of like Vanilla Ice used to do, which to be honest, was a little outdated.
Wait —aw man — I should have totally looked up what happened to me. What the hell? Man, this blows. I feel like I got to the showcase in The Price is Right and totally overbid on my stuff. Or like I got one of those Toys R Us shopping sprees where you can dump anything you can find into a shopping cart, but I didn’t get back before the time limit and got disqualified. This sucks.
I’m going to go get high and watch reruns of Mad About You. Leave me alone to wallow in my own self pity…Man…I could have at least remembered to see how Lost ends. Damnit.