Sitting in the 6x6 cubicle the day was just like yesterday.

and the day before.

and the day before that.

But that's how life is right? I sit in the small box typing away on the sleek computer that sits on the wooden desk. A pen to the side accompanied by a small box of tissues and a fake plant. The tan walls of the cold cubicle blend together with the gray walls of the office. Sunlight streams through the glass panes that make up the building's walls. It helps soften the harsh glare of the overhead lights that are never turned off.

I type away at the new document that the boss just sent over. He said it needs to be done asap. No time to waste, but for some reason today the computer continues to lag. It's never done this before. I actually don't think any of the computers in this place have ever needed to have any work done on them.

Huh.

I shake my head and try to ignore it and get my work done. God knows the boss hates it when things are late. A notification pops up and what I thought was the link to the file that he was going to send me was actually a link from an unknown sender, but it was too late. I had already clicked on it. The screen suddenly goes black and I frantically click the mouse while hitting different keys. I try to turn the screen back on before green and red pixels float across the empty black rectangle.

"What the hell," I murmur leaning in closer. The air in the office has gotten colder as the hair on my arm starts to stand up. Goosebumps form on the top layer of my light skin.

The pixels form together and make a phrase.

This is not real.

That's all it said. Followed by a small symbol and date. May 18th, 2149. That's fifty years in the future though. I lean in closer than before and my head starts to get sharp aches from my furrowed eyebrows. The lights in the office have started to flicker and I'm let confused and rattled. I don't hear the sound of the other computers typing away in the boxes next to me.

Who is this? What do they mean this is not real? Before I could ask myself another question I felt a tap on my shoulder and I blanked out for a second.

Suddenly I'm sitting straight up and my computer is working fine. The lights have gone back to normal and the air feels warmer. The sound of the other keyboards are flowing throughout the office again. My computer is still on the document I was typing up earlier with no evidence of problems or that eerie phrase. I turn around and see Mark from two cubicles over give a small smile.

"Are you okay," he asked laying a gentle hand on my shoulder.

I nod wordlessly before answering. "Of course."

"You were just sitting there staring at nothing. Are you sure?"

"Of course," I repeat and turn back around. Typing on the document once more.

What the hell just happened?