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| So, this is the future. What am I supposed to do? | |
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| I don't know. Wander around, see how many old landmarks are destroyed or floating in the ocean, look at how drastically changed familar faces are. Just don't get attached. | |
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| Yeah. Don't meet your future self. That never ends well. Because it ends the universe. | |
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| Yeah, I'll watch out for that. Ooh, my sandwhich travelled through time with me! | |
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| Hey, I used to like sandwhiches, back when I was younger and fatter. That was before the John Belushi Aliens enslaved everyone and made us reinact Animal House every day, of course. | |
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