I Just Received A Letter From The Future...And It Was From ME!
THE LETTER THAT ARRIVED IN DOCTOR MARVEL’S HANDS, POSTMARKED FROM A YEAR THAT HASN’T HAPPENED YET My Dearest and Most Dubiously Qualified Self, If this reaches you—and the probability matrix suggests a 62% chance of non‑combustion upon delivery —then the experiment worked. Or rather, it will have worked, which is a different tense entirely and one you must learn to respect if you intend to keep your eyebrows. I write to you from a year I dare not name, for reasons involving paradoxes, municipal ordinances, and one extremely judgmental librarian. Suffice it to say: the calendar has grown stranger, and so have we. You are about to make a discovery. Not the small kind—like realizing you left the etheric condenser on again—but the kind that rearranges the furniture of reality. You will be tempted to celebrate. You will be tempted to brag. You will be tempted to patent it under the name Marvelian Chrono‑Elasticity Device , which, I assure you, is still a terrible name in the future. ...