[ WP ] Mankind has succesfully deleted every trace of the year 2016 . You , a historian in the year 2416 begin to wonder why there are no records of the year 2016 ever happening . When you begin to investigate , what you uncover , sends chills down your spine .

It ’ s all gone. A void in time, even a Google DeepWeb search brings up nothing. **Nothing**. It ’ s as if the world ended in 2016. All evidence of it, records, pictures, YouTube videos. Gone without a trace. When asked, all my colleagues gave me were blank stares and vague answers. 
 
 “ Maybe the data chip was stolen, ” 
 
 “ Maybe there was a fire in The Brain… ” 
 
 “ Why would you ask? ” 
 
 They were clearly hiding something. Even official government historian can ’ t give me a straight answer. 
 
 “ Mr Turner, I ’ m afraid you ’ re wasting your time with this pursuit, so I suggest that you abandon it in favour of more…fruitful ventures… ” he warned. 
 
 Clearly I wasn ’ t welcome there. We know more about the Stone Ages than what happened in the year 2016. A post searching for answers on Reddit was quickly taken down and my account was terminated. I had the feeling that I wasn ’ t going to find any answers in the utopias that house Earth ’ s population, about 100 million in total. The answer to my questions would lie beyond the sheltered bubbles of civilisation. I had to travel beyond the walls. I had to venture in to the Badlands. 
 
 “ Tucker, you don ’ t have to come with me, ” I say as I stare into the murky distance. 
 
 “ I know dude, but I want to come with anyway ” he says simply. In the pale light of the moon he is visibly shaking. People only journey into the Badlands for two reasons: Relics and as a death sentence. Only the Blue Nets protect us from its unrelenting and vicious sandstorms and radioactive clouds with their crackling bubbles of pure energy. 
 
 I take in the pitch black darkness. Below us is a 3 meter drop into the sand. The moon sits high, casting about its pale light in the star-less sky as I look at my best friend. I am putting both our lives on the line and if he gets hurt it ’ ll be all my fault. But I know Tucker, he ’ d never leave me and I him. In my Radi-Hazard suit I can feel that small, subtle gnawing of radioactivity. I want to turn back, to go back to my life and forget about it but Tucker and I have spent our entire lives chasing the truth and it was too late to turn back now anyway. 
 
 “ Well be fine Tucker, ” I smile wanly, “ well be in and out quickly. It ’ ll be over before you know it. ” 
 
 “ T-Thats what she s-said, ” he stutters out, before flashing his trademark lop-sided grin, although this one feels hollow. 
 
 “ Now or never then. ” 
 
 “ Now or never, ladies first. ” 
 
 He gives me a nod and I steel myself. I take a deep breath and we jump out of the Blue Net. The billowing darkness rushes up to greet us. I land awkwardly but correct my balance quickly. Looming out of the swirling dust and darkness looms a giant sign. I hear Tucker ’ s sharp intake of breath behind me as we both realise what it reads. 
 
 “ Trump for president 2016 ”
