Science fiction

3121 CE - The Wrapes of Grath

This [will be/has been] written in the future (3121 CE) by our evolutionary progeny (in the ruins left, after our apocalyptic demise) and [has been/will be] sent back to us as a warning, through a warped space-time wormhole. But yeah, we won’t pay heed… Note that ‘language’ [is/will be] different then… so it might sometimes be a little hard to understand... (too much koolaid???)
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