Why Worry About What Hasn't Happened Yet?
Act 1: A Half-Remembered Tomorrow
The memory is hazy, like the sunrise over Modesto when we
reached the refugee camp. The mission had been a success, but somewhere between
blowing up the BFR’s fortified cabin and running through the bunker’s escape
tunnel we seemed to have slipped from the year 2000 to 2038 anno domini. Someone is going to tell me you don't get used to it, but I think I have.
