💣 The Bomb

"Write a story about someone who travels to the future and isn’t happy about how they’ve been treated after an event."

I think I can work this out.

    I'm on the very edge of total war, yes, a fight made for me. I don't know the magnitude of how dangerous it is. But it's big, perhaps I can take advantage of it. I don't have to reveal myself against the Korean government. The Americans will come for me.

    The other regimes aren't as severe as the Asian ones. So now, I can imagine this scene as "Who pays the most, wins."

    But wait! How did the Koreans know where I was hidden? I had at least four VPNs activated. That fact freaked me the most.

    Do you not understand what I'm talking about? Oh, you should have said that before. Alright, the anecdote goes like this.

Nov. 8, 2020, 8:20 p.m. KST

    Let's jump into the issue. My name is Fenech, and I grew up in Botswana.

    What was the name of my city? Lobatse. Lobatse was one of the dozens on the entire continent that resisted the atomic bomb. However, don't be that happy; the place is a mess right now. 

    Would you like to know how the city remained? Ok, try to search for Raqqa, Syria, in 2017, after the American airstrikes. Now multiply that disaster per ten.

    How did I travel to the past? I don't quite know. I recall the week after the detonation took place, I was walking on the street, and a girl shot me. The place was empty, so nobody saw what happened next. Later on, I discovered she was a scientist trying to find some guinea pigs.

    Andrea, the shooter, put me in a weird machine that day, and I appeared in a laboratory. Although thirty-three years have passed, I'm still struggling with the aftermath.

    How I got arrested by this dictator? Simple, I was predicting what was gonna happen next in the global spectrum. I know it sounds insane, but that is the truth. Before they caught me, I had my Merumi working—the technology that overshadowed the telephones. So, I started predicting the results of significant events. Every essay, story, article, or masterpiece I wrote was banned. 

    When did the Koreans throw the bomb? In 2065, when the Chadian-Mongolian conflict broke off.

   How do I feel being thirty-three years before the war? Well. I want to stop it. However, I was avoided by society. Therefore I started my blog. After a month I became quite famous. My mental health got better, the anxiety got worse, and my craziness exploded. Depression? No, I hadn't. I just became homeless because the generation was following the same steps that bring us to the end of my future.

    When was the first time my news became global? I predicted the results of the Russian election after president P passed away from Parkinson's. In fact, I foresaw his death, too. But the first news I mentioned got famous.

    Will I die here in this cellar? I guess yes, the guard who takes care of me told me the same. Yesterday, the officer informed me of my imminent solitude.

    Why am I still writing notes? I will risk whatever I have to avoid the collapse of the place that saw me born. I know there are thousands of people like me out there. Nevertheless, we're all dead right now.

Onward...