PULP & POPCORN

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I've tried to talk to Commander Future, as he was dubbed by the press, about the six
years he spent in the future, from 3175 to 3181, but so far he has no interest in shedding light
on what happened to him, or how he went from a gangly 5'11" to a solidly built 7'3". He's not
the man he was when he left. I'm not even sure he still technically fits the definition of a
"man" as we know it.
When you deal with him, one thing is important: listen and follow directions.
When he tells you something, it is most likely important information that will keep you
from being turned inside out or sent to some alternate dimension. It's crucial.
For example, I recently wrapped up all of my business obligations, then prepared
myself for something that is stressful under the best of circumstances: moving day.
I was not ready.
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"Leave everything exactly as you have it. You don't need to box anything."
"So the movers will pack it?"
"Do not interrupt me. Stand separate. No touching anything."
"Fine. I'm not touching anything."
"You're sure."
"Dude. Yes. I haven't packed, and I'm not touching anything."
"Excellent. Tell me when you're ready."
This was on the phone, about seven minutes after I woke up. It was only a little bit
after the sun came up, and I was already stressed and freaked out.
"I'm ready, I suppose."
"Tell me exactly where you are and what you're doing."