[ WP ] This is an alternate dimension . The timetraveler ( s ) changed one thing to make the world how it is today .

Peyton muttered. He wanted a refund. The travel agency had promised that he ’ d be sent back to 2075. This place looked like it was located closer to 1975. 
 
 He looked around at his surroundings. It didn ’ t look anything like Vancouver. “ Where the hell am I? ” said Peyton. 
 
 Peyton looked around him as people walked past. He didn ’ t want to use his wrist comp to check what place he had traveled to. “ Excuse me, sir, ” said Peyton. “ Could you tell me where I am? ” 
 
 The bearded, bespectacled, longhaired man gave Peyton a weird look. “ Palo Alto. ” 
 
 “ California? ” 
 
 The man glanced from side to side. “ Yeah. Are you okay? ” 
 
 Peyton growled. “ My travel agent sent me to the wrong place. I ’ m never using their service again. ” 
 
 “ Sorry to hear about that. Is there anything I can do to help? ” 
 
 Peyton ignored the man. He had no interest in being in Palo Alto. Damn, the rules. He checked his wrist comp to see what options were available to him. Nothing popped up. “ Damn computers, ” exclaimed Peyton. 
 
 “ Excuse me? ” said the man. 
 
 Peyton didn ’ t take his eyes off his wrist comp. “ This piece of shit can ’ t help me. Millions of computer driven cars travel without incidence every day but I need one to tell me directions and nothing happens. ” 
 
 The man tried to hide his surprise. “ Computer cars, huh? ” He looked at the wrist comp. “ Why don ’ t I take you down the street. We can get something to drink and relax. Clear your mind. While we ’ re relaxing you can tell me all about computers. ” 
 
 Peyton looked up and smiled. The offer actually sounded pretty nice. Get out and chat with a local. “ Sure. Sounds fun. ” Peyton hesitated. “ What ’ s your name? ” 
 
 The man smiled and extended his hand. “ Steve, but you can call me Woz. ” 
 

