[ CW ] Write a story that spans a hundred years in a hundred words or less .

Normally it's lights-out by ten, but the nurses made a special exception for me tonight. I'm alone in the lounge; just me and a cocksure presenter on TV, asking time and again if I'm ready for the year 2000. 
 
 *Ca n't wait, sonny*, I think. 
 
 I missed the last one, see. I was a baby then. Just a few days old. A whole life left to live. 
 
 There was no chance of me seeing this, not really. A hundred years is a long time. 
 
 I head to the window, and gaze out at the snow as the countdown begins. 
 
 *Ca n't wait. * 
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