[ WP ] A man time travels into the future . However , there is nobody there to greet him in person , as everyone is busy in a virtual reality .

Benson wretched as his stomach deflated to expel some bile. An expected side effect of the time travel process. Just like the chief scientist had indicated, the chronosync had spawned him in a hotel room at the Marriott. Benson grabbed a towel to conceal his nakedness and took a look out the window. At this distance it was hard to make out details but he could tell the streets were bustling with activity. This caught him totally by surprise. The leading hypothesis for the ceasing of temporal communications beyond this time was that there had been some sort of a cataclysmic event. Probably biological but why can he make out outlines of pedestrians and cars. If everyone is n't dead why are n't they communicating? He calls the front desk. 
 
 Hello, front desk, how may I help you? 
 
 Hi. Could you tell me what the weather is expected to look like today? 
 
 Sure sir. It's going to be sunny all day. California weather does n't get any better if you ask me. I'm definitely taking the kids to the beach tonight. Anything else sir? 
 
 No thanks. 
 
 Wait a moment sir what room are you calling from? My records do n't seem to sho... 
 
 Benson hangs up. Hmmm. He thoughttoo himself. There's someone at the front desk. That's promising. Things may not be that bad. He exits the room and takes the elevator to a lower floor. Walking the hallway looking for a do not disturb sign he remains puzzled about his current paradox. If there are people around why do n't they communicate with us back in the past? He walks past what looked like a remarkably engineered toddler android. That's impressive he thought to himself. Just then he notices a do not disturb sign. Staying focused he barges into room 607 ripping the door off its hinges. Fighting his preplanned instincts to jump on the bed and smother its occupant as the bed was empty, he's caught off guard by an android seemingly plugged into an outlet standing at one corner of the room. Impeccably dressed but apparently in some sort of a standby mode. It was n't moving and did n't seem aware of his presence so he grabbed some clothes from the wardrobe and left in a hurry. 
 
 Seems androids are a big deal now, he thinks to himself as he buttons the poorly fitting shirt and exits the elevator into the lobby. There's another android in the lobby reading a newspaper and another just pacing around. Okay he thought to himself, this is kind of getting out of hand. No time to figure that out for now. I've got to grab a taxi to the chronosync comms center. He rings the bell at the front desk and an android walks up behind the desk to greet him. WTF he thinks to himself. Smiling, he requests a taxi. The android points to the entrance to reveal a line of taxis somewhat hidden from view. 
 
 `` Forgive me for asking sir but you can imagine my curiosity. How long have you been sober? You must have amazing psyche control'' 
 
 `` What? Um that's a bit personal'' 
 
 `` Did we just have a chat about today's weather earlier today sir?'' 
 
 `` Um no. Wrong guy sorry. `` 
 
 `` Well your voice signature sounds awfully similar to a...'' 
 
 `` Sorry I got ta run. Be back in a few minutes'' 
 
 Benson squirrels away to the taxi in front of the taxi line. it's voice operated with no driver. Naah. He thought to himself and gets into another with an android driver as there seemed to be no human operated taxi in line. He offers the chronosync address as his destination. 
 
 The android driver was a blabber mouth and constantly tried to inquire about how long he's been sober. Benson tried to keep the conversation down to a minimum as he took in the sights and sounds. It was then it hit him. 
 
 I'm such a fucking moron he thought to himself. There's literally no one on the streets. None. Lots of activity but no human. Android drivers, pedestrians, pets, workers and all that but no single human. 
 
 Fuck! 
 
 He resisted the urge to ask the driver where the hell everybody was at. Instead he gently asked how he could get on the Internet. Benson was hoping to see what he could glean from news articles. I should have done that at the hotel room he thought to himself. 
 
 `` Haaaahaaaaaa!'' the android said. `` Playaplaya, I fuckin knew it.'' The android tossed what seemed like an odd tablet behind the drivers seat and on Benson's lap. As Benson reached for it, the android gripped his hands. `` Nah nah. Got ta pay me for the trip first buddy.'' 
 
 `` Are we there yet. `` 
 
 `` Na ah but I know how ya'll act when you're jacked in'' 
 
 Jacked in? He thought to himself. He reached into his pockets and payed the driver with cash from room 607's androids stolen trousers. 
 
 He considers the tablet trying to turn it on. It had a hollow cylindrical slot labeled insert finger here. Benson put his finger in there and something grabbed it. The screen came on. He felt a ticking underneath his skin. All sorts of data scrolled by the tablet screen. He noticed some of the wordings saying something like `` virgin cortex'' `` Nanobot cortical coupling'' `` energize.'' 
 
 A huge smile spread across his face. He did n't stand a chance. He was lost to the net and lost for good.
