I am talking to you through this BOX that transcribes my WORDS (because physically writing stuff is FOR CHUMPS!) from a camp in the middle of dinosaur country. Anja keeps telling me to be quiet, they'll hear us but DAMMIT! PAST GENERATIONS NEED TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN! Even if it's the WRONG past generation.
(Seriously, I think I messed up the machine's setting, so I got some planet called Earth instead. Oops. Ah well. If you guys ever run across the denizens of my universe, make sure to give them these transcripts, okay? You will? AWESOME!)