text | day 008 | HE412T

[timaeus]

While I did anticipate finding myself in a brave new world upon stepping through that door, this isn't exactly what I was expecting.
Nor is this the company I was expecting to have.
I've been hearing a whole lot of strangers' voices coming out of this ancient piece of shit, and a notable lack of any familiar ones.
I also find myself somehow bereft of a number of items and abilities I should have had, many of which would have been pretty handy in what seems like a deserted island situation.
The rational question to ask here would be "what the fuck".
But just from eavesdropping on a few of y'all's conversations, it doesn't seem like anyone actually has the answer to that question.
So I'll skip the useless panic and confusion and whatnot and instead just ask:
Who was poking me and ran off before I fully woke up?
Fess up.

Comments

[timaeus]

Would you believe me if I said yes?
Or sort of, at least.

[sharktrash]

Thats less of a stretch than everything else you said, so yeah.
And it would be pretty damn useful.

[timaeus]

[Well, this guy is accepting the superpowers and weird time bullshit stuff well enough – a bit of healthy skepticism, sure, but not outright denial. So fine, he'll talk.]

In the era I came from originally, Earth was flooded by the deliberate melting of the polar ice caps.
So this is actually a lot more land than I'm used to working with.
There's an ocean, so I'm not worried about food.
I've been fishing since I was old enough to hold a pole upright with my tiny baby hands.

[sharktrash]

Deliberate? Who did it?

Got any tips for fishing without a line, or are we just supposed to harpoon it like cavemen?