At the coffee shop.

At the coffee shop.

Guys checking out my friend, like “What’s that?”

We are the people of the 22nd century.

There is none like us.

And one by one they will find out who we are, and what we mean to the survival of this planet that they try so hard to destroy with this thing they call “progress,” and “science.”

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