I've been in the 21st century for five weeks now, and I'm so. Fucking. Tired, I just wanna lie down and get high.
The other day, we saved the world… Now what do I do?
I was selected and trained to remember everything. Everything, dates, coordinates, candidates, people.
Every death; every single one.
But I can't even remember my own face, the face I was born with hundreds of years from now.
But I guess that's okay.
Because this is who I am now and I'd better get used to it, right?
I'm Philip, and I'm from the future.
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