You really think your life is all the tough?

You people from the past – you are all so soft. Like a bunch of Famgellian Phlem monsters. Life in the future isn’t such a vacation like you might think it is.

For example – traveling through space on a star cruiser, exploring the galaxies faster than the speed of light. Not such a cake walk my friends…

How would you like to live under the constant threat of having your blood boil and your brains sucked out by negative space. Just a simple pin prick in your fancy ships hull and say good bye to your eyeballs.

Or how about when you finally get to your destination, ready to tow that broken down old galaxy class star ship to the shop. What kind of things might you might encounter? How about beings that have no form, but can cause you to go mad just by looking at you. Or how about a weed that when touched melts your skin off.

And you might not even think about it, but the rest of the galaxy, kind of smells. Such foul smells every where you go. A mixture of rotting eggs and dog urine as far as the nose can smell.

So the next time you want to complain about anything – don’t.

Just quit your bitching already.

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Well, I guess I’ll start here

I’d like to begin by ranting just a little bit. If you can imagine with me for a second, I am a little bit angry at having been lift here in the past as a practical joke. And now 30 years later I am old, tired, and just a little bit of a cranky future man.

I mean seriously. For 30 years I have lived 300 years in the past without any of the comforts of the future. Have you ever traveled by car? I mean what is this silly invention you guys putz around in. Spewing filth everywhere it goes. And talk about slow!

And the people! All so old fashioned and cranky. All worries about every little thing! I’d like to see any of you fend of an Ecklminian Plasma Grunt with nothing but your bare hands and a pocket pen light phaser.

I guess I will just have to keep trying to rebuild my Mendlivian Echo Transmitter to communicate with the future and get back home.

Until then – please don’t bother me,

Frank