[ WP ] You 're sitting at a bus stop alone waiting for the last bus to arrive on your way home , a stranger appears and hands you a small metallic contraption and says `` Its your responsibility now '' ...

The patter of the pouring rain ran over the sidewalk David was standing upon. Another day in this dreary forest of glass and steel monoliths. David would n't have even heard the bus if it were not for the water pooling in the crevice of the off-kilter road. The door of the bus, angular and dark, slid open with the screech of a missing ball-bearing. Out of the mechanical orifice stepped a man. His appearance was straight out of the mid-twentieth century, it had been a century and a half since anyone dressed like he did. The man approached David and handed him what at a passing glance looked to be nothing more than a small ball of trash. However this was n't mere trash, David had far underestimated what he had expected to be a just a crumpled up flyer for some third rate burger joint. David delicately unwrapped the amorphous crumple of paper to find a small metallic device resembling some sort of early 21st century tech. Emblazoned across the back was 64 GB and a small angular logo. David boarded the bus and as soon as he was seated he glanced at the damp sheet of paper but the pen had run on the sheet and all he could make out were the words, it's your responsibility now. David decided to boot the device, across the screen flashed the word Zune. He wondered if this was one of those iPod devices his parents had told him about as a child. He quickly navigated through the device yet only one thing was on it, a singular recording. He pulled out his earbuds from his bag and was shocked when they fit into the jack. 
 
 `` Do not go home.'' the recording urged `` The people around you are not who they seem to be, get off of this bus at the next stop. Today your life will change. All of human history, it's your responsibility now.''
