"Welcome to the Hall of Tomorrow! Walk with us, as we take you to a glimpse of the 21st century!"
It spoke again. This thing, lost in the woods in this corpse of hard, shining stone. A glimpse, it was called...Not wrong; It showed me something. Another World. It is not like my own.
"Come take a look: the necessity of the roads will be a thing of the Past with our Flying Cars!"
Bright stones in the air, moving like birds. Well, not like birds. Birds had wings. They flew with purpose - to live, flee, or hunt. Not these shiny things. They move like stones tossed into the air, but never returned.
"Future Fashion will be both fit and functional for the working man!"
The Creatures that look like me were smiling. Why? They were not dancing. They were not hunting. They did not even have a tail. They just...walked around in the reflective stones, to become Prey for the Stalkers. Perhaps this is why they are not here.
"Thank you for joining us in this glimpse of the Future! We hope to see you...Tomorrow!"