Woke up. Fell out of bed. Clasp the dome around my head.

Taking the janky time machine extra-planetary is always a little confusing. My mod’ed Casio F-91W Daystarter is the only watch I own that can adjust to the Martian calendar system. Keeping track of days and sols doesn’t need to be this hard. If earth could move on from ancient calendar formats, imperial measurements and time zones, we can certainly adjust to a standard four week month where the 1st always lands on a Monday.

Until then, I need to do a little math to figure out which yesterday I need to points\ my morrowmeter to.

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The leftovers that can eat your other leftovers.

One of my favourite things about taking the janky time machine to far and distant timelines is the food. I always try to hit a drive-thru (or a fly-thru) before I head back to my primeline.

There wasn’t a single animal item on the menu in this future, but there were some other peculiar protein snacks to be had. Feeling a little peckish and adventurous, I got me something to snack on for the ride. I was only a few years away, so I figured a kids’ meal would do.

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Door Dash introduces delivery that is fast, fresh and full of heart.

On my way back from a long time ago a few years from now, I spotted a peculiar delivery box left at a condo doorstep. I stopped the janky time machine to capture this shot with my iPhone 23 retinal camera.

The longevity scene sure levelled-up from diets and supplements to straight-up replacing meat parts like an auto mechanic used to do to cars. Do you remember mechanics?

It’s a good thing the bag is boldly labelled, otherwise a mix up might ruin your take-out plans for the night.

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Human generated art flourishes in places where AI can’t reach.

Sometimes the best way around an obstacle is straight through it.

That’s what I did with the janky time machine, to cut right through all the downtown traffic. This is when I discovered a graffiti-filled alleyway. In this timeline, street art is the last bastion for true non-algorithmic human expression. Groups of citizens witness the creation before it is marked with a sticker certifying the authenticity of this human-made art resulting from years and years of practice and refinement.

So if you’re ever north of the mid-20s, a few degrees off of the primeline, be sure to stop by this alleyway and check out how creative humans continue to be.

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Don’t worry. Be sorry.

It was late when I returned to the janky time machine. There was a card and a USB stick placed under the windshield wiper. Looks like someone is promoting their new AI software plugin. This thing keeps track of everything you say on social media, then pays attention for any controversy that might erupt from it, and immediately apologizes to any offended party for anything that you might have said.

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