The year is 2005

Dearest Me I hope the future is a warm and happy place. In this, the year 2005, my world is ruled by robots, regardless of what the history books tell you. Everything is cold and metal. Our cruel robot overlords make us forge nuts and bolts to build more robot overlords every day. I the resistance is successful, and this email finds you well and free of the shackles of robotic oppression. I also hope you have not lost all of your hair and are not fat. If so, go get some exercise, fatty. My buddies didn't die face down in the robo-mud so you could sit around and be fat. Also, send cookies. peace n' kittens Past You