[ WP ] You are the first person to travel into the future via time machine . When you arrive , you gradually notice that your surroundings keep changing , seemingly at random . You eventually realize that you are LITERALLY in the future , and events in the present are still shaping the world .

I blinked. 
 
 Over and over again I blinked. 
 
 Looking out from the window of my tin can the world and the universe changed. Sometimes the change was small, such as humanity growing a substantially larger amount of hair in the nostrils, ears and even in the mouth as an evolutionary reaction to a higher density of pollution in the air. Sometimes the change was so enormous I could n't start to describe it. The world was either in flames, without explanation or realization what could have caused it, or it was entirely silent, caused either by the planet dying or humanity leaving. The reason for this I did not know. 
 
 I looked around in my tin can. It was a snug construction, meant to fit through the hole in the fabric of time created just long enough for me to come through. I'd been told that I was to arrive in the dimension most befitting the current choices humanity is taking. What we did n't realize was that our future is subject to change. With every step, every choice, every person in power, our future changes. And thus, I found myself constantly blinking between the different futures humanity was causing itself. Every utopia and dystopia. Every bright future and fiery end. Until something happened. 
 
 I stopped. I was on a boardwalk in a huge, white room. Several panels extended and retracted slightly, making it seem like the room itself had a pulse. 
 
 First, I thought someone was making several decent choices in a row, making me stay in place. But the minutes passed, and I realized that maybe something had happened. Did the shuttle break? Could I open the door and leave? What would happen if the shuttle would blink away without me, leaving me stranded? Would it be better if it did? That would mean that I did n't need to sit and constantly watch futures flash in front of me. 
 
 A small bridge extended out to my tin can. As it reached me, one of the panels slid to the side and a woman approached me. She had a stern face, yet looked at me as if she was cautiously approaching an old friend, whom she recognized but was n't quite sure would remember her. She looked at the door to the tin can, and pressed the combination of buttons required to open the hatch. With a puff of air it opened and for the first time since the scientists in Arlington had wished me God's luck, I heard another human beings voice. 
 
 `` Welcome, time traveler. We are happy we caught you.'' 
 
 Her voice had a distinct accent, but I could not place it. It was n't any of the accents present in the world I left, it sounded much more like someone mimicking a flow of speaking that was n't their own. She extended a gloved hand and helped me out of my pod. With a few shaky steps I found my balance and could walk decently well, even if my motor skills were not on point. 
 
 I realized the woman was tall. *Very* tall. My head was almost below her bust and I stood a proud 188cm tall. Whichever future this was, humanity had continued to grow in length. 
 
 `` Where am I?'' 
 
 My vocal cords, not accustomed to usage yet, hindered me. I coughed slightly ( at which point the woman looked at me with concern and quickly put some kind of mouth guard on ) and tried again. 
 
 `` You are here, on earth. When you left, this was Arington, Virginia, in the United States of America.'' 
 
 `` You mean Arlington?'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 Everyone makes mistakes.
