A month after today.
Tomorrow, I will revolutionize the world. I will start with brushing my teeth in the morning. For precisely 10 minutes, that’s all it will take.
For the next 24 months, I will find the perfect cure for cancer, end world hunger, write a song about homosexuality — or try to, bake a colourful cake, think of the gay lyrics to write, bake butter pecan cookies, resort to plagiarizing notable works of homo tunes — probably George Michael, and return to where i came from.
My name is Zuadrif, i came from the year 1980. It took me 29 years to travel to the correct future. There are about 219 wrong years i’ve beamed into — i’ve been to the alternative universes, i’ve seen what most have not –, and finally, have come to the right year. The year 2009. The correct year in the correct relative world, only parallel to mine, but also the year in a strange world where keen scientists are still making attempts at colliding accelerated particles in an underground tunnel that stretches between the Jura Mountains and Lake Geneva, near the French-Swiss border.
27 kilometers in circumference, the tunnel is 175 meters deep, about 29 years away from home, i’m not gonna waste any minute, and will brush my teeth in 10.
Tomorrow, i will make the healthiest man in the world to begin developing a specific type of cancer within his body, in about 4 weeks if i can get everything to be working precisely right, it will be the first steady hypothesis to what causes cancer. The first step to curing cancer, in my professional opinion as a man (and being a man is not an easy task), is to force infectious mutations in cell division, on a healthy subject. If I can always, without fail produce premeditated genetic errors each time i intend to do so, then the exact cause of cancer will be scientifically proven.
The first step to write a song, or to bake a colourful cake or wonderful cookies, or to end a world hunger, is still a mystery.
