Here is an excerpt from an IM conversation I just had with a friend in London, where it is already 2005.
MATT: Greetings from the future!
FAUSTUS: Oh, my God! You’re so right! You are the future!
FAUSTUS: So how is it . . . um . . . up there?
FAUSTUS: In there?
FAUSTUS: At there?
MATT: Weird. It’s all spaceships and rayguns and things. I can’t describe it; you’ll have to see for yourself when you get here.
FAUSTUS: Wow. I’ve always suspected it would be like that. I’m glad to know ahead of time that I was right.
MATT: Otherwise pretty normal, though.
FAUSTUS: Oh, you mean full of uncertainty and dread and occasional bouts of despair?
MATT: Yes.
FAUSTUS: I was hoping that would be different.
MATT: Weren’t we all?
Pause.
MATT: So how are you, anyway?
MATT: Sorry, how were you?
Naples (Italy) also sends greetings from the future. 1.5 more hours, and you’ll be with us. Now that the pyrotechnics have died down, it’s pretty quiet.
Happy New Year, Faustus.
Boy, you guys are SO in the past. I’ve been living with teleportation and the stuff that you read in the Asimov novels.
PS: I live in India (+5.30 GMT)
Happy new year !
Strangely, while we are in are also in Eastern Standard Time, Cleveland is easily 50 years behind you in New York.
Or at least 18 months in terms of fashion.
Happy new year Faustus!!
Happy New Year Faustus!! Hope all is well in your world.