2060 2070 2075 2078 2081...

2081? One second. How does that make sense? We're now in 2011. The Locometer is reading 2081... I'm a professor right? I'm meant to understand these things. But the only way I can understand this is if I haven't gone back in time at all. I'm ... I must be... I must be someplace in the future. Seventy years in the future to be precise. What in the world am I doing in the future? And..gulp...how am I ever going to get home?

Okay the door is sliding open I'm just going to have to be really brave and face whatever is out there... Or maybe not. I know! I'm not going to get out at all. I'm just going to kill the engine and start it again and head right back home. That's the safe and responsible thing to do right? I mean I have no clue what the future holds in store... an invasion of fuzzy green aliens? People who have learned to fly?

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