July 18, 2019
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It was me.

It was another me.

I landed and there was this building. Figuring the worst that could happen to me was travelling all this way for nothing, I took a look. Through the airlock there was another version of me just... sitting there on an orange swivel chair. He was spinning.

"Yo! You made it!" he said, with a annoying grin on his face.

I just screamed back to him. Not the pleasant kind of scream either, I would've laughed at myself as well.

Apparently, he's come up with a get-rich scheme for *us*. There's this box, which he reckons is a time-machine. Using it, he can bring equipment, research notes, people, whatever we need from the future.

Why? He just wants to achieve what someone else would do in 20 years: launching the great space age. Said they got filthy rich. Sounds wonderful.

(..I was hoping I wouldn't go bald when I got old...)

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Luke Mons
