The Future Version's Gift: A Tale of Time Travel and Meat
As I stood before my future self, I couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion. This version of me was handing me a fat wad of meat, and I had no idea why. The distinction between past and future versions of myself seemed to blur as I looked at the meat, knowing that this was the future version's gesture, not the one from my own memories.
"Technically, I should be repaying this to you," my future self said with a hint of amusement. "But that's you now, so you'll have to do what you need to do." The offer seemed generous, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was an ulterior motive behind it. After all, wouldn't the future version be making more money in the future? Wouldn't that mean this wasn't a loan, but rather a gift?
I hesitated for a moment before accepting the meat, knowing that my future self would likely regret giving me something later on. "Just think of it as a no-interest loan," my future self said with a chuckle. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their sense of humor.
As I continued to talk to my future self, I realized that this meeting was more than just an exchange of goods – it was also a chance for me to ask questions and gain insight into the world beyond my time. "I have money," I said, trying to stall for time. "Do I need to pay myself back?" My future self responded with a laugh, saying "About 300 bucks."
With that, our conversation came to an abrupt end as I bid farewell to my future self and set off into the unknown. But I wasn't prepared for what lay ahead – a maze of twists and turns that seemed designed to keep me lost forever.
As I navigated the twisting corridors, I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration with myself for not paying attention earlier. The maze was full of traps and obstacles, and I soon found myself stuck in another spider web – this one just as massive as the first. With a sigh, I turned around and tried to find my way back.
But every path seemed to lead me further into the heart of the maze, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being led on a wild goose chase by some unseen force. And then, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I stumbled upon an exhibit hall filled with strange artifacts.
A friendly attendant greeted me warmly, saying "Hello nice hat nice hat what's the exhibits here?" but I knew better than to take them at their word. As I wandered through the halls, I came across a diary belonging to someone named Delia Putnam – and a brief history of her encounter with Peter Proctor.
Delia's account was one of anger and frustration, detailing how she had been cursed by the very same person who now stood before me as an attendant. The details were harrowing, but what struck me most was the realization that I was standing in a room filled with the detritus of a long-forgotten era – including ancient artifacts like rubbing paper and sandwich cream.
I wandered through the halls, lost in thought, until I stumbled upon an exhibit on the history of curses. A small plaque caught my eye, detailing how some objects were made to target specific individuals – including one labeled "Misses or Miss Boring". The more I read, the more I felt a sense of unease wash over me.
As I continued to explore the halls, I came across a large gazebo and a collection of strange items that seemed to have been used for brewing potions. A note attached to one of the exhibits caught my eye – "Fried fronds check the footnote point out to us". The more I read, the more I felt like I was trapped in some kind of time loop, reliving events that were meant to remain hidden.
Eventually, I made my way up to the second and a half floor, where I stumbled upon another exhibit – one that seemed to be dedicated to the Outhouse. As I stood there, feeling a sense of confusion and disorientation, I realized that I had been wandering through this place for hours.
With a sigh, I gave up on trying to make sense of it all and decided to leave. But as I walked towards the door, I caught sight of a small cemetery filled with the names of people I recognized – including Peter Proctor and Nicholas Proctor. The older version of my future self had lived for 230 years.
As I made my way through the crowds, I spotted a familiar figure standing by a pipe in the distance – one that was fishing with an ethereal rod. "Welcome to do fishing," the attendant called out as I approached. "You caught everything there was in it." But as I drew closer, I saw that the catch was far more complicated than I had ever imagined.
The fish were not just ordinary creatures – but rather living beings from another realm. And as I watched in amazement, they began to transform before my very eyes, their bodies shifting and morphing into new forms. It was a sight unlike anything I had ever seen before.
And with that, our conversation came to an abrupt end as I bid farewell to my future self and set off back into the unknown – with a newfound appreciation for the complexities of time travel and the mysteries of the universe.