I don't really know where this little journey is gonna take us, but let's see.

It seems we left off last time in about the middle. Ya, that was it. We'd made it into the pie but were not yet able to reach the upper crust. Jxley had just stretched out his left leg and made it around the corner before Snurlox was able to counteract with reverse amorphous time lapse whop. Although Jxley was feeling pretty confident that he was gonna out do his buddy, by the time he'd reached the outskirts of zylot city and felt the cool breeze he knew he was in trouble.

The race was to see who'd reach the capitol steps first. Jxley, undoubtedly the fastest, – in fact the fastest turkey this side of Capricorn 13B – was usually outwitted by Snurlox, the best time warper under the age of 16.
The capitol steps weren't perhaps the best finish line in the world. The molecule mixer club had long since chosen the steps as their favorite object. One guessed that it was because of their aversion to politicians ever since the Structure Stability Protection Law was passed.

It restrictive new law didn't help much, though. The mixers kept creating cryptographic tricks to hide their trails. First they started with algorithms that morphed twenty steps into thirty. That alone didn't bug the lawmakers on their way to work. Some days they had to walk up 20 steps, some days 30. No big deal when looking at the big picture. Annoying was when they switched on the random density module, making one step hard like concrete, the next soft like sand and the next mushy like mud. Oh sure they new how they did it and that it wasn't really harmful or dangerous. There were a few molecule mixers on their side of the fence (and the code was all open source anyways). The real problem was that the politicians simply felt inferior. Some of them were time warpers, some stretch-flyers, some were even space makers. The molecule mixers, though, were simply the coolest dudes known to all of human kind, ever.
Jxley and Snurlox figured nobody would screw with their little race. It had turned into quite a tradition between the two. Back in the second grade they had challenged each other on the school yard to a race to the maple tree. Jxley started off, his first step landed him on to the opposite side of the soccer field, preparing to spin left of the 30-foot maple. Snurlox looked on passively, knowing he could delay a bit. A quick calculation as to his partner's velocity, direction and time-space-continuum differential, a rapid flex-flash-stab and a he was upon the freshly seeded maple tree. The soil still soft from planting, Snurlox shifted the dirt a few centimeters to the right and reset his delta vertex.
Jxley took his flying jump towards the massive tree, flying just inches above the moist grass, feeling the joy of victory waiting for him just seconds away and blam, spunk, ouch. Suddenly the tree shifted to the right, tearing him down in utter defeat.

It was this and many a more painful lessons learned before Jxley managed to get a step ahead of his long-time buddy. Snurlox had gotten a bit over confident in the mean time and, in fact, lazy. He maintained his old, proven tactics and hadn't developed much new. Jxley knew just what his rival was up to. He waited long until he seriously challenged him, duping him into complacency. Now he was ready. He'd reached the corner where Mel's Pig Out Diner and Silvia's Morph-Me Café constantly competed for customers. Once he was out of site and had done a speed-bump-ultra-reverse he was free to gain for at least 13 milliseconds. Snurlox calculations were totally screwed up by this new move. He had no idea where his challenger was heading. For the first time in their lives Jxley beat him in a race.

In case you get your hands on this and you’re a contemporary of mine you’ll have to excuse some of my awkward formulations. This letter is directed at readers from the past who don’t know anything about our lives today. I’ll be sending it off with the timepost in a couple days. Target Date 2000.

I’ve always wondered what people did with these letters from the future. I heard a rumor once that they were collected by some secret international organization and published as science fiction books.

Whatever the case may be I hope some readers from 2000 will get their hands on it.

It’s so strange to think of what life must have been like back then. My grandfather used to tell me stories of his life growing up in California and later living in Germany. He told me about all the cars with combustion engines, flying in sub-mach airplanes and using keyboards on his computers. Although I do find some of the models pretty cute that you can see in the museum, I simply can’t imagine the streets being filled with vehicles rolling around on rubber tires and emitting CO2 and particulates. I’ve been cruising around in my own pod since I was twelve and am in love with the latest curve control. The anti-gravity mechanism is so cool that it really does feel like floating on a cloud.