Frank tested his invention and leaped into the future.

People marched—identical bodies but with different faces. They wore drab outfits and glowing wristbands, guiding them with a voice. “Move along ...”

Drones patrolled with spotlights.

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One person saw Frank and gasped. Sirens blared, and lights flashed.

Frank ran and hid in an alley. The person followed.

“What’s happening here?”

The person replied with some unintelligible words.

Drones spotted and shot the person.

Frank grabbed their wristband and returned to the present.

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“John, it’s true. Here’s proof!”

Frank showed the wristband, but it self-disassembled into ever smaller microspheres ...

“Oh, Shit!”