[ WP ] It 's the middle of the night . You are home alone , when someone knocks . Upon answering the door , you find that it 's your future self .

The door nearly shattered from the way I had slammed it shut. Never in my life was I so eager not to confront something that seemed so strange and whimsical, yet the immediate stress of having to deal with a doppleganger at 1 o' clock in the morning. 
 
 My rocking chair never felt more comfortable to relax on at that moment. After witnessing the full effects of a bad hallucination, whether dream or reality or hell me being high who knows, it was clear that a college boy's sleep could far outweigh any superstition, trick of the eyes or just imagination. 
 
 Never could I be so wrong to think so. *Hell*, I wish it was just imagination so I could think of a better reality then the one I was going to be living in just a few hours later... 
 
 So there I was. Laying my eyes to rest. Thinking it was all a fever dream. 
 Until I heard a slight footstep... 
 
 Something poked me in the back of the head 
 `` Gah!'' I screamed, like a wee beta male, my head quickly turning behind me to catch a glimpse of what just touched me. 
 `` Oh my god! You're alive!'' 
 `` Oh my god! You're real!'' 
 We exchanged the exact same glance. In unison we started speaking again, `` Wait you fir-'' 
 
 I made the first step to progress by gesturing for him to explain himself... 
 `` Well, I thought that loud sound was of an Old Human dying!'' he remarked in coy, 
 trying his darnedest to not sound offensive ( He failed on that note ). 
 `` Well, uhm yeah,'' I was still trying to wrap my dumb head as to what he was referring to. 
 `` Yeah, that's what is known as snoring, it's the sound you make when you sleep.'' I replied, feeling a tad bit older, and my chin feeling as if it had grown a full sized white beard. 
 `` Oh how fascinating!'' he cried, in utter glee, `` The concept seems to be familiar to me, but it's probably ions of light years away from what I can still remember in detail.'' 
 He made a hasty inquiry, 
 `` This, uh, sleep'' 
 `` Yeah'' 
 `` Is it, well, like the cryo pods?'' he questioned. 
 `` The **WHAT**?'' I yelled, bewildered and utterly confused by the words he threw at me at that second. 
 He stepped forward. `` You know the cryogenic pods. The ones that great Bahn Rasinmov invented back at 2025 as a way for humans to hibernate without the unintended side affect of aging.'' he said. 
 
 I took the opportunity to get a better look at him in the living room lights, and boy was he god damn decked out! A neon blue visor, which was now opaque, was attached to his frontal. Various particles could be seen glowing around it which mesmerized my eyes. He also had a hot red earpiece which cradled around his inner ear and around his mouth. The clothes he wore were bright and colorful, shining with blue and green resonance which could be seen emanating from his white vest and black undergarments, and not to mention his slim black trousers that boasted many cool designs scattered on it's outer shell. He wore prim golden shoes, that had some sort of hole at the bottom, something that I had yet to grasp. 
 
 Not to mention, this guy had the exact same face as me! It's hard to admit, but he also had a much more toned and defined physique, worthy of making the cover of some new look magazine. I, unadmittedly, looked back at my own flabby chest and weak biceps in disapproval. He looked only a decade older then I was at the time... 
 
 I swung back into reality. `` No! I've never heard of such a thing!'' I told him with sincerity. Dumbly, I paused and then exclaimed immediately, `` Wait! 2025! That's about 10 years from now! Hold on, where are you from then?'' 
 
 He sighed and answered `` I am from the year 2080, and yes, I am you from the future.'' 
 
 Shocked, I stared at him, in utter recessive disbelief as to what I was hearing from my own self. Frankly, I was close to fainting by that point, and had to kickstart my senses by putting forward the various burning questions I had boiling up in my mind since my whole life of watching Star Trek and reading Sci Fi novels. 
 
 `` Is there life on mars?'' 
 `` Will Kanye be President?'' 
 `` Will I be getting a robotic butler in this future?'' 
 `` Will it be named Stevo?'' 
 `` Am I ever getting a girlfriend?'' 
 
 To my dismay he only responded to my last one, in which was of course a no, and incessantly pulled me outside, not wanting to waste anymore time in my state of endless questioning. Reluctant as to what he was doing, I tried to stop him, but he thoroughly insisted and I was eventually outside in my front lawn. 
 
 The air felt breezy and cold with only my banana pajamas on. I looked at my self in perplexity and was about to demand as to what we were doing out here in the freezing cold at 2:37 in the morning until he gazed up into the sky and pointed. I followed his gesture and could see a distant shimmering light fall down gracefully, evidently getting closer and closer to us! I shouted and pounced onto the lawn, trying to get out of the way of the sure to be impact until suddenly a magnificent turbine roared. 
 
 I looked back and saw a futuristic hovercraft of sorts, that seemed to float above the grass steadily at ease. I was given no time to agape and admire it's varying complexities before I was rushed on board by my self and a dark man dressed in the same amount of surreal as my future self was dressed in. He yelled at me 
 
 `` Okay lad, we're heading to Hanger L of the sky hub Rodna!'' to which I could only reply in `` Eh?'' before the hovercraft was set flying off, far away from the suburban neighborhood that I had lived in comfortably for a long time, and far away from the familiarity of the Old World as I knew it.
