A Memo To Self
Before embarking on a trip through time
In the bustling heart of the Futurica Festival, amidst holographic displays and flying cars, Alex found himself drawn to a peculiar booth tucked away in a corner. It bore no flashy lights or grandiose banners, but instead, a simple sign: “ChronoTech — Shaping Tomorrow, Today.”
Curiosity piqued, Alex approached and was greeted by a bespectacled inventor named Dr. Thorne. The centerpiece of the booth was a sleek, metallic capsule resembling something straight out of a sci-fi dream — the time machine.
Dr. Thorne’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he explained the intricacies of his creation. He spoke of temporal rifts, quantum entanglement, and the delicate dance of causality. Alex listened, captivated by the possibilities laid bare before him.
When Alex expressed his desire to experience time travel firsthand, Dr. Thorne’s smile faltered momentarily. “Ah, but there’s a caveat,” he admitted, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “You see, the machine is still in its experimental phase. It can transport you to the future, but there’s a minor hiccup — you won’t retain memories of your past.”
Alex’s brow furrowed in concern, but Dr. Thorne reassured him. “Not to worry, my friend. I’ve devised a workaround.” He handed Alex a small slip of paper. “Write yourself a memo. Include your identity, origin, and the means to return to your present. Keep it safe, and you’ll navigate through time unscathed.”
With a mix of excitement and trepidation, Alex accepted the challenge. Sitting at a nearby table, pen in hand, he carefully composed his message to the future self he would soon become. He detailed his name, his hometown, and the life he left behind. He outlined the steps to activate the time machine and the coordinates for his return. On top of the paper, he wrote in big letters: A MEMO TO SELF FROM THE PAST
As the ink dried, Alex folded the paper neatly and tucked it into his suit pocket, a lifeline to his past amidst the vast unknown of time.
That’s when his fingers brushed against a crumpled piece of paper deep inside his pocket. He took it out and almost tossed it aside, but the title caught his eye. In his own handwriting, it read: A MEMO TO SELF FROM THE FUTURE
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