Timothy Twelker

Ticket to Your Future

Stepping out of my dirty apartment building, the acrid fumes of 2090 Earth filled my nostrils. Ah, home sweet home. Or at least, it used to be. See, even in the ever-worsening conditions on Earth, life had always been good for me. My family was close and loving, and when the news turned dark, we always turned it off. We spent a lot of time together, protected each other, and no matter how dark the world was outside, home felt like a beacon of light.