theatrical_muse #191: Where do you see yourself in 20 years?
I could go on here about how futile it is for a bloke like me to talk in terms of years, seein' as I've got myself a time-and-space machine. And how “years” is really something hard to describe since there’re so many planets with different orbits that a year could take anywhere between an Earth day and an Earth century. Or more. Or less. But for your sakes, I won't. I’ll stick with Earth’s definition of a year.
Just 'cause I'm always going from the 177th century to the 17th century doesn't mean I don't have my own way of keepin' track of time. What, you think I pull some random number out of the air when I give people my age? Nah, that's not it. I've got my own time, let's say.
So when I'm twenty years older, I could be just about anywhere and anytime. Doesn't matter, long as I'm still doing what I've always been doing. If I'm doing something different, then I'll know something's gone horribly wrong somewhere along my timeline. Which seems to happen way too often, if you ask me.
Just 'cause I'm always going from the 177th century to the 17th century doesn't mean I don't have my own way of keepin' track of time. What, you think I pull some random number out of the air when I give people my age? Nah, that's not it. I've got my own time, let's say.
So when I'm twenty years older, I could be just about anywhere and anytime. Doesn't matter, long as I'm still doing what I've always been doing. If I'm doing something different, then I'll know something's gone horribly wrong somewhere along my timeline. Which seems to happen way too often, if you ask me.