I meet my 10-year-old self in 1987. I tell him I live in the future of 2024.
“2024! Wow! Do you have flying cars?”
“No.”
“Oh. Well do you have Mars colonies?”
“No.”
“Huh. Well you’ve gotta have a cure for every disease!”
“No.”
“What do you have?!”
“We have a toothbrush that bad people can control remotely.”
“…do I have to grow up?”
“Yes.”
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