Tomorrowland

Tomorrowland

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"Excuse me, but what's the date today?" "It's 20th of March, 2115," Naomi Micheals never thought she would win the trip to Journey Inc. She was always took special interest in Physics and loved doing independent research on space-time, occasionally watching geeky television shows, but never did she expect to be given the chance to time-travel. But time travelling is the new age of mankind, and nobody knows what they are in for. As Naomi accepts the challenge of spending no more than three hours in tomorrow land, the discoveries that she make might change her life.
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