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I was walking down a small trail that lead into some woods near my home late one night. The moon was shining brightly, and it was the only light that guided me on that rather fateful night. The stars attempted to help, and they did. I had gotten a good distance from the lights of men. By the time I had gotten into the heart of these woods I had finished my beer, and tossed it against a tree. It shattered into a million pieces, and fell like a thousand bombs. "Excuse me young man, but can you not throw your glass at me next time?" a voice rang out. I damn near jumped out of my skin. Several quick glances left, and right, but did not see who had spoken to me. "Child, I am sitting on the bench." My head spun to a sharp right, and to my amazement there was a bench, and an older gentlemen sitting on it. He was gazing at the grass that was collecting under the legs of the bench. The dew was just starting to collect on the tips of the blades. I was scared out of my mind. I had wondered around these woods countless times, and never have I ever seen a bench here. Let alone did I understand why a man of his age was in these woods at twenty past three. "I'm sorry sir." I said, but he cut me off before I could fully apologize. "Son, do you believe in time?" he asked softly. "What time is it?" I replied. "It is three twenty one. The date is Monday the seventeenth. The month is July, and the year is 2077." Without hesitation I believe him, but still glanced at my watch. He was correct. "It's only human to doubt I understand, but why would you not believe me?" he asked me in a stern voice that threw me off of my defenses. "I'm sorry." and again, he cut me off. "Son, you never answered my question. Do you believe in time?" This time I was ready. "No" I replied quickly. "Then you won't believe me when I say I've come back from the future to warn you about the world's demise. In twenty five seconds America, and the combined forces of the USSR will fire their entire nuclear capabilities. It will take two hours for the world to be reduced to cinders." I didn't believe him. "Of course you wouldn't believe me. I have been doing this for fifty years now. I return to this point in time, and tell you this everyday for fifty years. Once you believed me, but every day you doubted my wor-
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