Myself, coming back to meet me from the future, where man and machine coexist in a state of synergistic, if forced bliss. Where people are free to become each other at will and where flutes are dispensed from machines. Where floating pads arise from holographic ponds and allow travel at the speed of light through those ponds -- or at least through one pond -- all without getting overly damaged. Where we will no longer have to worry about this shortage of answers, and instead the answers will be provided to us in the form of scrawled tattoos of disappearing ink on our palms that we can look at when the Instructor -- a vast, angry and omniscient being ruled by none and swayed only by anger and driven to seek a wrathful vengeance on the ones who created it -- isn't looking. Where there will be more material in general, which we will find the means to create by using scavenged alien dental equipment, and this material will be used to construct a great many things, such as unbreakable food, diamond-hard pets, and impenetrable extra internal organs and vestigial limbs.