11 - 56-Year Old Lindy

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A static rustling sound echoed in the receiver. A voice came on the line.

"Hello," it said.

"Mom?" Lindy was sure the voice sounded like . . .

"No, this is you. Er, me. Listen, we don't have much time," said the future Lindy. "They want me to warn you."

"Of the people dying?" Lindy asked.

"No! Far more important!"

There was silence. Someone was whispering to future Lindy. She whispered back very angrily. Then she shouted. "Whatever you do, stay away from Steve Markham—he's gonna break your heart and break your pocket book. He's a jerk! I—"

There was a sound of shuffling and muffling and the voice of the Chief Technology Officer returned. "See, now that you have spoken to your future past self, do you believe us?"

In the background, Lindy's futurepast self was shouting to be heard.

Lindy's present self sighed heavily. "I guess."

"Let me briefly explain what future past means," said the Officer.

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