Dear Future Me,
This is you from the past. Obviously.
I hope you’re reading this as you sit by the pool in your mansion in Tuscany, while a shirtless Chris Hemsworth fans you with giant peacock plumes.
Oh, Future Me, I have so many questions…Has Facebook shared Myspace’s fate yet? Has Google taken over our souls, and most importantly, has Justin Bieber grown a beard?
(Just kidding, we both know that one will never happen.)
By the way, no one has created a TV show about the adventures of a young Captain Jean-Luc Picard, have they?
Of course they haven’t.
Look, you need to write the series yourself, and it doesn’t matter that you don’t know how to write a script. It’s your problem, not mine. Unless… you have already done that, and this is why you have a mansion in Tuscany!
Waait. This means I should warn an earlier-future-version of myself, the one…
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