The high tower loomed over the wasteland this time. He, a green being with long hair and a weird name, looked over the great observation window and sighed. "It's too soon to find people in here" - he thought - "I'll go and get some sleep". He left a #goodMorning on the wall and logged off into sleep.
When he woke up, a couple of hours after, the tower was in the middle of a ocean, waves rolling against the shinny metal structure. The wall clock showed "00h54 - 15 May, 4125", this time. His clock, however, showed 10h30 in the morning, 12 Feb. 2034, the real time, outside the tower.
It was a no work day for him so he browsed the 'library' for new articles. The daily corridor was still empty, but the yesterday one had a couple new posts. The science ones he didn't get much into, so he went past them, reading just the headlines. There was one for that new movie, Dancing With Alien Wolves, a re-imagination of the James Cameron classic. As far as he could tell they were messing with the story, creating new characters and 'updating the script to moder times', according to the article. Instead of a evil corporation, there would be a evil cult, trying to destroy the mines of the peaceful business people of Pandora, and overthrowing the Pandorian World Corp, a network of small companies. Jake would still be a paralytic soldier, at least that they would keep...
He got to the replies - "A bit of trolling in the morning to make me less pissed at life" - and laughed. When ever they did remakes/re-imaginations/reboots of classic movies, there was sure to be fan fighting in the comments, and this particular article didn't disappoint.
When he finished reading it, he went back to the room, the year was 250.000 BCE and primitive men were attacking it with sticks and stones.A post-human woman, with a extension-arm, was at the window, sang the old child limerick : "sticks and stone may break my bones...". Next to her a British Gentleman wrote something about the apparent emptiness of the main room at the time.
He got next to them in time to see a Wookie arriving with a big billboard poster of a old movie. The Wookie growled something about a birthday, and sat in a chair, next to the poster. "This place is all dirty" - he said to the British man. "We should get a maid. A french maid to clean this up, don't you recon old chap?" - Said the British.
He agreed and the talk diverted to the short uniforms said maid would use. The woman with the extension-arm looked at them with murder in the eyes and left for work. Soon in her place was a salesmen, with knifes and swords and cigars, and this time only, a robotic maid. When the salesman saw he wouldn't be selling anything he left and went to the meeting room.
People started to enter the main room now, glancing out the window, and either talking with some one or just standing there. A man-sized building complex built a kids playground at some time and the British man went to discuss it with him.
He was alone again. In the meeting room people were talking, topics jumping from one to the other fast. The extensible lady was there, and so was the salesman, and some others. He sat next to the door and glanced at the main room from time to time, but it was still soon in the day. A man with a hammer in hand came, a ruthless look in his face, and five more classic actors were hanged next to the one the Wookie, now long gone, had posted. The British gentleman lost his classy pose and drooled over one of actors, a pretty girl, until a Zombie General came and started gossiping about her. The Wookie joined them and they started a friendly argument.
Back in the meeting room, the green being discussed his future empire and the positions he would give them if they wished. From the back of his eye he saw the British gentleman with a flame thrower, burning someone that had committed the crime of disagreeing.
"Time for me to go" - he said, fearing the flamethrower. He got up and logged off again, noticing the flying cars outside, and the city surrounding them. On the big clock the year was now 2754.
