Through the wonders of the internet (a bunch of computers connected together. This actually exists in your time, but only the military and a few colleges use it), I have discovered a way to send you, me two decades ago, messages.
There is, unfortunately, a limitation on what I can tell you. I can't actually tell you anything to directly influence your life, such as who you will love or what mistakes you will make in choosing college majors. Even that is probably too much information and will be excised by the chrono-censors. So it goes.
I am aware that you are five going on six and that you won't be able to read an eighth of what I am saying. You grow up to be a verbose character with a larger pool of vocabulary than common sense, ergo why you are undertaking this little experiment at all. It is my hope that one of your parents will read this to you and explain what I am writing.
So, let's get the disappointments out of the way, all of those things you might imagine one in the twenty-first century would have:
- There are no flying cars. Heck, there really are no flying anything. Airplanes are still airplanes and the Concord, the fastest commuter jet in the world, has been scrapped for years. There are hovercrafts, but very few people have them outside of Louisiana bogs. They aren't efficient or fast, basically just balloons with fans on the back. While there are jetpacks, you have only ever seen Michael Jackson use one and it seemed neither fast nor efficient. If they are commercially available, you do not know and really do not care.
- No one lives in space, aside from a handful of astronauts at the international space station a few months at a time. It isn't a comfortable place to be - artificial gravity is, after all, artificial -- but the view is quite nice.
- We are far, far from world peace.












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