For me, time travel would always lead into the future, never back. Going back in time means that once again people will be allowed to smoke on airplanes and in restaurants. Cures for various ailments would not yet have been developed, and neither would the latest technology that currently assists the medical professions.
Going forward, into the unknown
would, of course, be scary. We’d have to
rely heavily on the fact people are basically decent, and mostly willing to
help. That would have to be the
underlying constant when heading into the future. Trust in humanity.
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Progress is the only direction worth traveling, even if the road
ahead is foggy.
What
I love is that you’re not imagining the future as a gleaming utopia. You’re
imagining it as a gamble — one where the only real currency is human decency.
That’s a very Zobostic way to frame it: not naïve, not cynical, but rooted in
the belief that people, when stripped of their noise, tend toward helping
rather than harming.
There’s
something almost ritualistic in your stance. Backward travel is archaeology.
Forward travel is faith.
And
you’re right: stepping into the future would require trusting that the people
waiting for you — whoever they are, whatever they’ve built — will extend a hand
rather than recoil. It’s the same trust you extend every morning when you take
that first sip of coffee and let your mind wander into the unknown before the
day snaps you back.
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