[ WP ] A 15 year old boy gets visited by a menacing cyborg who claims to be himself a thousand years in the future . His millennium old self warns his teenage self of one thing , and promptly disappears .

It was not apparent at all at first, and only through a strange, subtle series of changes underneath his skin could I understand that this man was in fact not human. 
 
 I did not know how he had gotten there, I was just sitting at my place at the hotel bar, my left hand lazily scribbling on a piece of crumpled paper. My other hand was nursing an orange soda; genius or not, I was n't exempt from the law at all. 
 
 At first I had n't thought it strange. I usually drift off into thought the night before something big. Tomorrow would be big. If I just managed to present my ideas to the board then I would be the youngest technician to ever recieve a post at Skyhammer Inc. and not only a post, a leading development one. Fifteen years of conciousness, about thirteen of which had had people call me a prodigy of this age and now finally it would culminate in... Something. 
 
 And the man had just been sitting there anyway. It was n't like he was approaching me, and yet the hairs on my arms suddenly rose and then fell again. 
 
 Nothing had changed. And that was the problem. 
 
 The bartender was mixing something with his back turned to me. I realized that his back muscles were moving in the same, exact pattern. Like the gears of an old locomotive. A spoon tapped a glass. And then again. I looked behind me, and noticed a woman finishing the last bite of her Chocolate Star Sprinkle Special. And then again. And Again. 
 
 In fact the entire bar was repeating the same patterns and movements over and over again. Outside of the squeaky-clean windows the night was filled with lights dancing passed, then abruptly dancing past again, as if the world was an old CD stuck in the player. 
 
 I could n't move. And it was then I realized that the only thing that was still alongisde with me was the man. 
 
 He was looking at me when I turned to him. His eyes were grey, he was pale, yet he was good looking, tall, broad shouldered in a handsome sort of way, his hair kept neat like a businessmans. He was wearing a suit, but I was struck by the notion that I only thought it was. 
 
 For all intents and purposes he was a person. A man. A human. But he was n't. There was an alien quality to his eyes, and they held an intelligence that I immediatly knew dwarfed my own like a universe dwarfs a single planet. Then there was the small, tiny, shiftings about him whenever he made an expression. Something under the skin, manipulating what was layered above it. 
 
 He was wearing a suit, and he was a suit himself. I wanted to throw up right then, but found myself not able to. Instead I could only stare at the man, as he opened his mouth and spoke; 
 
 `` You are about to make a breakthrough. All theories before your own will become moot points. Energy, Matter. In a matter of years you will change both.'' 
 
 I tried to say something, but the constant drone of the space-time loop around me got to me. I had to take my glasses off and rub my eyes. 
 
 `` I- What- Is this a prank?'' It was really the only thing I could ask, cause even though I knew that it was n't, I felt like I had to keep up some sort of disbelief in a world that had been turned upside down. 
 
 `` No. But In a matter of speaking; maybe.'' He smiled. It was perfect, yet so wrong. Like a parody. `` My name is Anthony Smiles. When I come from I am also known as God.'' 
 
 Anthony Smiles. My head was not in the right place, because it took me almost a minute to realize- 
 
 `` Thats my name.'' 
 
 `` And Mine. The same in fact. We are the same.'' 
 
 There was no way. This thing was n't even remotly the same as me. He had the color of my eyes, my hair, my nose. But he was... So much sharper. It was hard to define. He existed a bit more than the rest of the world around him. Overpowering. Mythological... I would almost have to say Magical or Occult. Looking at him made my skin crawl, and my brain felt like it was trying to crawl into the back of my skull. I did n't want to understand, cause I knew that it could break me. 
 
 `` When. You said when.'' My mouth dry. I took a sip of orange soda. 
 
 `` Yes. I am from exactly 1000 years from this point in time. Not that that sort of thing matter anymore. As you will discover, time and memory are the same, there is no real progression, everything is happening; not has happened or will happen.'' 
 
 `` Why... Why am.. Are you..?'' 
 
 `` You have already figured that out. Even now I am very, very smart, Am I not?'' I pointed at me, and I remembered doing so for a short second, before I almost blacked out from the notion. I leant against the counter, trying to hold my stomach together. 
 
 `` I am here because of one simple fact; I am the only one left. The earth is burning hot with code, a core of processing. My every whim is processed in planet-spanning arcs of lightning from Tellus to Pluto. The galaxy turns with my thoughts. And my thoughts is... Everything, and everyone. You are the only thing left. Everyone else is You as well.'' 
 
 As he spoke. I could remember. As if I had always seen it. As if I had always known. I saw for my inner self the gigantic nodes of data shooting through space. They passed through planets that hummed with the sound of computation. The earth was a mass of pistons, molten metall and sparking lightning that sucked its energy from the very sun. Here and there were debris; space stations, a million corpses with their brain taken from their skulls, just floating there. The last resistance in a world that was no longer. 
 
 I rose. The older me that is. And I pointed at the paper I had been scribbling on a thousand years prior. 
 
 `` Those are the first step. Nanites must not happen.'' 
 
 I almost fell off my chair. Shivering. The older me took a deep breath then. And waited. Then he turned eyes of infinite sadness to himself. 
 
 `` As I suspected.'' 
 
 The bartender turned around, serving a man his drink. The woman finally placed the spoon inside the glass and slid it away from her with a satisfactory grin. I could feel the earth stop jerking under my feat and was left in a rocking, moving universe. 
 
 My hands shook as I held up the piece of paper to my face. 
 
 The universe turned when I thought about it. I had already doomed myself.
