I meet my 10-year-old self in 1987. I tell him I live in the future of 2024.

“2024! Wow! Do you have flying cars?”

“No.”

“Oh. Well do you have Mars colonies?”

“No.”

“Huh. Well you’ve gotta have a cure for every disease!”

“No.”

“What do you have?!”

“We have a toothbrush that bad people can control remotely.”

“…do I have to grow up?”

“Yes.”