[ WP ] A time traveler who has no control over his abilities meets his friend , the immortal , for lunch .

`` Do you remember the first day we met?'' 
 
 `` Like yesterday.'' 
 
 He smiled. `` It very well could have been yesterday, for you.'' 
 I smiled as well. He had all the time in the world to think up witty responses. But, it seemed, that had come to an end. 
 
 `` Professor, you've always told me your people are long lived. But you seem so healthy, even for someone as old as you. Why is tomorrow the day? How do you even know you're going to die?'' 
 
 `` My boy.'' 
 
 His gaze turned downwards, and back up at mine. 
 
 `` I have n't been entirely truthful with you. I've been here a long time. Longer than you have been alive. Much longer. I've done nothing but learn. Learn about the environment, the people, their customs..'' 
 
 He took a sip of his coffee. 
 
 `` It's not me that's going to be ending tomorrow, my boy, it's the world.'' 
 
 I sat back in my chair and felt the color drain from my face. I knew he was certain. He was the wisest and most learned man I, or anyone else, had ever known. 
 
 `` No, there's no way you could know that. Things can always change. Last minute diversions, unexpected results, anything could happen.'' 
 
 He looked at me sympathetically. 
 
 `` You know my boy. You should know now, after meeting me here through the years, that the more things changes, the more they stay the same.'' 
 
 `` What are the chances I was brought here, the day right before the end, and not the end itself?'' 
 
 He half-smiled 
 
 `` About as good as me encountering a human with abilities such as yours.'' 
 
 `` I ca n't say I'll be sad to see you go. Tomorrow will probably be a Sunday in the 1500s, or god knows when.'' 
 
 `` That's true. It would be a cruel trick if today your powers were to suddenly vanish....'' 
 
 He handed me a piece of paper. 
 
 `` Please, the next time we meet, give me this.'' 
 
 I motioned to take it. 
 
 `` You may read it if you wish, but keep in mind you may need the context of 1000 years of astrophysics study to understand it. 
 
 I pocketed the note. 
 
 `` Its rough, even frustrating, at times, my boy.. To receive notes that you've written to yourself from the future. Often times my research is so far ahead of myself that I lack the ability to fill in the gaps. It may even do more harm than good. But still, this is the only way.'' 
 
 He reclined in his chair. 
 
 `` You know professor, sometimes I wonder if we were made to find each other. As if this way of solving the worlds' crisis's was our responsibility, somehow.'' 
 
 He chuckled. 
 
 `` Hehehe, my boy, your thoughts begin to wander not unlike my own. But please, get some rest, we may have a lot of ground to cover yesterday.'' 
 
 And with that, we both retired. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

