Dear Braydon,

I know you’re scared about your dog. Pickles is one of the good ones, one of the ones that seems to sense how you’re doing before you even walk into a room, the kind that knows who wants to wrestle, and who wants to pet him tentatively. He’s the absolute best.

And he can’t afford for you to lose your head. He needs you to figure out how to fix the Tapeworm-X2-B4119934952 variant. And if you can figure it out now, you can help a lot of pups (and humans!) down the line.

The Pathology Conference of 3277

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PO Box 159 at the Brooksdale Post Office is a bit unusual. Every week, it receives letters from many different people from many different times in the future. Many times, the letters are well-wishes and advice from the loved ones of people of our time. Other times, there are dire warnings.

No one seems to know how or why these letters started coming to PO Box 159. They simply appear. The future these letters describe seems to be in constant flux; one day the year 2098 sounds like a dystopian hellscape, the next day a letter will appear describing a garden of Eden.

Emma Reilly, the owner of PO Box 159, shares the letters she receives through this blog (mostly) every Tuesday.