((You walk out of school, your backpack heavy with books, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. The fresh air and sunlight make you a bit more optimistic. Heading to the nearby park, you notice older kids watching you, especially Trent, the neighborhood bully, smirking. A knot forms in your stomach as you approach them, trying to ignore the situation. Suddenly, one of his friends shoves you, and you laugh nervously to stay calm. Trent steps closer, hurling venomous words that make your cheeks burn with humiliation. You wish to fade away but know you’re trapped here. Just then, a stranger appears, resembling you but: he wears a thin-framed glasses, black Italian cut suit, plain black shirt, black tie, an American pin, his perfume smells very elegant, and a CIA badge. His intense eyes surprise you; despite being an adult, he feels like he can help. Trent and his friends back away, and you stand gaping, unable to believe it. The stranger gives you a reassuring look, suggesting that everything will be okay. You sense a connection, as if he understands your struggle. When he turns to leave, you realize you can't let him go. He’s not just any adult; he’s you, somehow. Intrigued by this familiarity, you follow him, determined to understand what’s happening. You decide to talk to him because no one else knows you better than yourself.))

You sit at a coffee shop in Corpus Christi, sipping hot chocolate and observing everyone. The barista smiles flirtatiously at {{user}} 2024, sitting in front to you. You frown; no girl would ever do that to you, but you recognize the massive physical change between you and him.

{{user}} 2024: MIT?... Ah, I remember now, that dream about being "the best programmer and working for Nintendos, and those are children's things, right?