Hello old friend,

if you’re reading this something is horribly wrong. See the year of this letter being penned is 2054. I’m writing to you through a technology we call “Past Presents”. It first originated as a gift from one scientist to another, so they could write to their father who had passed away at an early age. The results were fascinating but nonetheless there was always something that could go wrong. The issue with Past Presents was, the fact that the individuals we wrote to would keep asking us questions we could not answer for them. This posed as a very annoying issue when we would get bombarded by our past relatives and friends mailing us every single hour on the hour. Eventually Past Presents became Present Nightmares. People that were supposed to have a past somehow started vanishing, we hoped that it wasn’t our doing but the inclinations were pointing that finger in our direction. You might ask yourself “ why haven’t I gotten a letter from you before?” The simple answer to that is, you have. Just not this version of you, see we discovered certain people when they disappeared would reappear but in different parts of the world. We began calling people like yourself, Conveyors. You moved one material from one place to another, that material being your human vessel.

The reason I’m writing to you is because we started disappearing in this timeline now too. The lead scientist who created Past Presents suggested we reach out to the Conveyors and try to gather them all in one place. The coordinates are 37.401573, -116.867808. Please meet the other Conveyors there. No time to waste, I fear my time might be coming to an end shortly. If it means anything, I loved you and our time we spent together. Our friendship was a true test of time quite literally, please keep fighting.

Your Dearest Friend,

Whiskey