A letter from May 16, 2025

Dear FutureMe, At this point in your life you were in 7th grade here is some of your writing Jonathan was deathly afraid. He had been followed by a vicious creature. Jonathan was a expert in zooprehension (animal hunting), however this is unlike anything he had laid his eyes upon. At this rate, he would need to call the Rescue Team. Jonathan refused. He could NOT lose this. He leapt from his blind, with a crossbow ahold. Except when he leapt out, there was no beast—only pure silence. Something was wrong. If not already apert, Jonathan was a hunter—an intergalactic one, in fact—but due to a strange series of events, Jonathan was on the brink of losing his job, which he could not lose. In the harsh conditions of contemporary society, money was difficult to get ahold of. To Jonathan, this job was his life. So, when Jonathan only found silence instead of a savage beast, he knew something was off. All of a sudden, a huge rumble came from the large shrubbery. Then he saw it. Hundreds if not thousands of tiny beasts sprang from beneath the bushes, all huddled round the mighty beast. Jonathan may be risking his job by summoning the Rescue Team in his area, but life is always greater than wealth. He swiftly took out his galactic transmitter. He hollered into the transmitter, and before he knew it, he was back home at his planet Geo (Neo-Earth). He needed to get back to work as soon as possible. However, Jonathan couldn’t go back if danger was afoot. Jonathan lurched into his boss’s office. He explained as much as he could, but it was no use. Jonathan uttered, “Mr. Miller, as you might know, I have been leaving work earlier-” Jonathan had been rudely cut off. “Resource-wasting is the only term for your foolery!” Mr. Miller shrieked. Jonathan asserted, “You have to understand! There is an anomaly in Tennisis!” Mr. Miller certainly did not understand. “I can assure you everything on that silly planet is fine!” Jonathan murmured, “Sir, that is far from-” Yet again, Jonathan had been cut in a malapert fashion. “One more of those resources-depleting antics, and you will be discharged!” Mr. Miller howled. “You may be dismissed from my office!” Jonathan was left agape, as he dismally trod out of the office. He spent the rest of the day fretting himself to sleep. Before he knew it, it was time for him to return to that wretched planet. When he set foot on Tennisis, he decided not to go past the normal hiking route. In his logic, the monster usually appears there. When passing by the trail, he found a huge mountain before him. He trotted up the mountain, and he saw something unremarkable. There were many tiny animals akin to the other ones he saw around the beast, only these were docile and lacked survival instincts. These animals were called Cummilii. This was revolutionary—at this rate, he could even be promoted. He lunged for the poor Cummilii, ******* them off one by one. He happily strolled back to his Galactiverse. When he arrived back at Geo, he put the carrions in an originally gray, but now a bright rufous color. Cummilii were rodential primates, their bodies like edge puzzle pieces, with sharp claws able to pierce skin. Cummilii are used as a power source. Down the red box lies a crusher, which shreds the bone and crushes the skulls. The now-powderized cummilus is slammed against two raging hydraulic presses. The blood, now oozing out of the carcass, spills into a funnel. It is used to power everything in Geo. However, most people in Geo are oblivious of this. Jonathan, now jubilated, followed this strategy diurnally. However, it sometimes crossed his mind how nobody else came here. Were they not inquisitive enough to even think of trying new things? Did they even need this job as much as- Jonathan realized he was getting off track. Anyway, he should just take advantage of the opportunity while present. And that was it. It could have all ended like that. About seven lunes later (One lune is 36 days), he climbed up the mountain and the Cummilii were absent. Not a single soul roamed the mountaintop, and it wasn’t like the Cummilii were all extinct in the area. It was a popular breeding site. Ominous humming creeped the mountaintop. The sky faded a dull, grim color. Jonathan glimpsed three dark figures racing toward him. Jonathan was swinged to the ground. Jonathan arose on a filthy, gray bed, worn down from years of use. When he glanced around, he saw that he was being contained in a prison cell. Now appalled, he raced to the door, only to discover it was locked. Jonathan looked for an alternative escape route. Then he found a big grey window. He slammed his fist unto the window, but before he could do significant damage, he was approached by a tall man on the other side of the window. This was Dr. Redrum, a famous physician and scientist, who discovered Tennisis in the first place! If anyone was going to help him escape, it would be him! Then Dr. Redrum spoke. “If not obvious, you have been captured by me and my henchmen,” Dr. Redrum announced. Jonathan was left speechless. Dr. Redrum had been his idol, since his birth—how could he lock him in this jail? “You have been captured because Magnopollis (Future America) is manufacturing new viroids to contaminate and extinguish the adversary. You have been transmitted Mycoplasum-77. It will remain docile for about 32 hours until yare. It will first mass-produce in the medulla and cerebellum. The heart will beat irregularly, and every movement will be slow or spasmodic. After 12 more hours, it will spread to the prefrontal cortex, and the subject is completely paralyzed. The corpse will rot away in less than ten minutes. Mycoplasum-77 is made from the ichorous substances from a Cummilius. You were practically digging your own grave. However there is a remedy for this predicament. In the hall there is an antidote. Walk down the hall and you will see a room with the vaccination called Mortplasmic.” Jonathan had too many questions, but Dr. Redrum had vanished from the area. He heard a click sound from the door. The door must have been unlocked. He raced out of the doorway to the cure room. At last he was in the room, except there was no vaccine in sight. Abruptly, the door slammed behind him. He realized he had been trapped in a freezer. The room was flooded with a gel to persevere his body. The gel quickly froze. Jonathan had been swindled straight to his demise. A group of researchers were watching this from their monitor. After they were done, they went to the office building Jonathan was once in. The following conversation occurred: Dr. Redrum declared, “Mr. Miller, we have the results of your experiment.” Mr. Miller stated, “Very well Dr. Redrum, this experiment has been due to seven lunes ago, after he evaded “the beast,” which has just men in a silly costume. We just had to use brute force to capture him.” “When is your next experiment?” Dr. Redrum expressed Mr Miller wickedly remarked, “I will let you know when I am ready. The next subject could be one of his children. He was always wailing how he needed the job so much for them.” “You may be dismissed from my office.” As Dr. Redrum left, Miller turned back to his computer, satisfied with the day’s work. At this point you wanted to be a doctor.