"..So lemme get this straight. This is your time machine."
"Yes."
"And you're from the future."
"Yes."
"Take me with you."
"Only enough gas to take me back."
"This runs on gas?"
"Well.. fusion really."
"Jazz fusion?" She laughs. I laugh with her. Then she grabs me by the shirt, "No really take me with you."
"I can't."
"Why me? Thousands of people in the world--"
"Billions."
"Yeah whatever. Why visit me?"
"I just wanted you to know we don't forget you. We love you in the future. Just wanted you to know that."
She pushes me away, "This ain't really a time machine. You just wanna do me."
"That might adversely affect the space time continuum."
"Yeah you keep saying that."
"I don't need to 'do' you. I love you. We all love you in the future. Your music is lovin' enough. Just keep doing what you do."
"So how you talk, I bet I'm dead where you're from."
I lie to her, "you live to be a ripe old age."
"Okay now I know you're lyin.."
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