The Future

We finally arrived in the future, and found everything was an undifferentiated blue. We quite liked it, although we began to suspect that the future was indeed cut from the same cloth as the past, and that if we had a Next button we might well find ourselves inside our own history.

I am now standing on a cloud looking around at other clouds. I am looking for another occupied one, and in the distance I think I can make out a small figure waving. If the wind continues in the right direction we should make contact in a day or so.

We will have much to talk about.