"We've gone into the future," he said, grinning up at the sight, "This is my...time machine. It's the year 76850321. The first half-Galantrian woman is elected President. The Crenendals have eighteen number one hit singles, making them the second most popular artist in this galaxy. Oh, and someone invents ice cream that doesn't drip. Ice cream that doesn't drip, can you believe it?"
He took in a breath, "Whole new world, here. We're billions of miles from Earth, but its modeled after what you know. That's what you lot are like. Makin' sense out of chaos."
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Date: 2007-03-31 11:55 pm (UTC)He took in a breath, "Whole new world, here. We're billions of miles from Earth, but its modeled after what you know. That's what you lot are like. Makin' sense out of chaos."