“I saw metalic coaches raging through streets of the most flattened earth! I saw people of different races clad in garbs of intricate styles and colors! Believe me! I’ve seen the future!” the man raved as he was dragged out the intricate door of gilded gold, steam escaping out from the small chamber. The gentleman rubbed his whiskers, reached for his pocketwatch and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his handkerchief before declaring, “Send another man back. The future must not change again!”
Butterfly,