#LettersFromaFuture #23

Dear Mom and Dad,

I know you hand-coded me with CRISPR to make the child that you dreamed of. But please, code me as a girl. That might not be the child of your dreams, but it’s who I’m supposed to be.

Your child,

Dana

*****

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 my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture and stay tuned for news about the upcoming ebook!

#LettersFromaFuture #22

Dear Samir,

Hire musicians to play the Summer Symphony Season instead of robots. You’ll lose money, but you’ll regret living in a world without musicians more.

-Yourself, 30 years in the future

*****

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 my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture and stay tuned for news about the upcoming ebook!

#LettersFromaFuture #21

Dear Dr. Gonzalez,

I know you need to test the autonomous soldiers before you send them into battle. But please, please, please send your code to QA one more time. You won’t regret it.

-Your grieving assistant, Felicia

*****

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 my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture and stay tuned for news about the upcoming ebook!

#LettersFromaFuture #20

Dear Grandma,

You’re only 20 now, which means you still have 15 years to prepare for the apocalypse. You know how to hold a gun, but you’ll find holding a scalpel will be way more useful. Maybe then you could save my mom.

Love,

Timmy

*****

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 my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture and stay tuned for news about the upcoming ebook!

#LettersFromaFuture #19

Dear Mayor O’Hara,

Start listening to your constituents. Otherwise they’ll elect a dog mayor as a publicity stunt next term, and it becomes impossible to attract new businesses.

-Your local Chamber of Commerce

*****

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 my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture and stay tuned for news about the upcoming ebook!

#LettersFromaFuture #18

Dear Alicia,

You told me once that this was your worst day ever. Just know that in about 500 more days you will be sitting by the ocean, drinking something sweet, smiling, and holding my hand. Your presence will make that day my best day ever.

I love you,

Farai

*****

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 my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture and stay tuned for news about the upcoming ebook!

#LettersFromaFuture #17

Dear Fred,

The voice coming from the walls isn’t your God.

Be careful,

Fred

*****

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 my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture and stay tuned for news about the upcoming ebook!

Letters from a Future is Back!

My most sincere apologies to my readers for the absence of “Letters from a Future.” I took a brief hiatus to complete my copyediting certification from Writer’s Digest University. More information on that is to come, in the meantime, you can look forward to more “Letters from a Future” in the Tuesdays ahead!

#LettersFromaFuture #16

Dear Past Scientists–If you’re trying to decide which species to prioritize saving in light of climate change, I’d humbly request it not be the alligator. Maybe sloths or alpacas, people seemed to like those in the past? Just not alligators. Best, One-Leg Stan

*****

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 my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture and stay tuned for news about the upcoming ebook!

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