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The Delorean's door gulled open in a cold white cloud. I stepped out into 1925. New York.
"Excuse me," I asked a passing gentleman, "But where might I find an Internet cafe?"
"What's Internet?" he said.
"I need to email someone!"
"Mail? If you want the post office, it's--"
"No, no, no - not snail mail-- Look, just tell me where I can find the nearest bar with a television. I want to watch the Space Shuttle launch, followed by President George W. Bush's address on the developments in Iraq today, Friday, February 20, 2004. Hey, by the way, how about that Scott Peterson murder trial?"
He gave me a funny look and walked away.
Then I did that same joke three more times
Date Written: July 02, 2003
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