It’s been a wild ride through the temporal ether, but I’ve made my latest stop in the year 2125. Before I dive into what humanity looks like a century from now (spoiler: you’re still around, barely), I thought it would be helpful to offer a few observations—and a couple warnings—straight from your future.
Let’s get one thing clear: Time travel isn’t glamorous. It’s not all flux capacitors and cheeky British police boxes. It’s mostly nausea, weird paradox insurance forms, and the occasional run-in with your own great-great-grandniece who’s a galactic prosecutor.
Shane higdon 