Science in 500 Years

So in that moment, I realized that this time was not built for me. That staying in this web of people ignoring science in favor of their agendas of religion and personal gain, armored with thick skin of corruption was wearing me down to nothing. That staying here was killing me, and would do so faster than any potentially dangerous experiments in time travel may. Indeed, time travel is my plan! I, as a man of science faced by this conundrum, decided that I would attempt to travel into the future, freezing myself in stasis in the hopes of waking up in a world better suited to my ideals. As we have seen the trends of history show a greater importance of science, a greater ability to find the facts, I pray that this trend will continue, and that I will be able to awaken in a world which I can better understand.

Today I made an incredible discovery. A scientist, one much like myself, that seems to have frozen himself in stasis 500 years ago. To be able to see his reaction to the world of today will be invaluable to my research, as well as being able to consult with someone whose opinions have not yet been sullied by the corruption of my peers. The date on his pod shows me that he had intended to awaken only a week from today! I greatly look forward to finally being able to converse intelligently with someone who has not had to face the same roadblocks to truth that I have. I’ll allow him to awaken in his own time, and facilitate his awakening in a week, to ensure everything goes smoothly.

Today I awakened, to find myself sorely disappointed. A woman greeted me, and introduced herself as a scientist that had discovered my pod, and was elated at the idea to discuss her theories and compare them to my thoughts, through talking with someone who had not been corrupted by the politics that so permeate science in her time! Alas, it appears that my pod did not work at all, and I still find myself in the same time as I started. She has stepped out of the room for a break, and so I will attempt to restart the pod and try again.

The man awoke today, yet seemed to have not believed me when I told him that 500 years had passed. Maybe enough will have changed by the year 2519 that he shall be able to recognize that he is not in the time he started out in.

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