"come on in, I already rented us the room for a whole day. You don't get a chance like this every day." said John a somewhat nice friend of yours had rented a TCR for your benefit.
Sitting down on a couch you took a breath into a pipe and exhaled a smoke then said "No thanks, I don't need my younger self to see me now."
John getting a bit annoyed said "Lola, stop smoking that Menerb your going to rot your brain with that stuff."
you sighed and took another breath of Menerb, a special drug that speeds up brain processes allowing you to think faster and ends up making it seem like time has slowed down, then said "...that's the plan. I'm not really cut out for manual labor, and I've ruined my name in intellectual circles." One more puff and your vision was starting to get hazy and said "At least in my state I can make some hypothesis and theories so someone can use them..."
John went towards you and almost effortlessly lifted you up and said "Your all just skin and bones here. If I can't persuade you to do something good for you then i'll just have to convince... well you." You started to close your eyes as your brain started to cool down from thinking too much. If that was one thing you wish Menerb didn't do was that it made you sleep a lot more. As you started to open your eyes you could tell that you were in a TCR room. It looked like your childhood home, and felt really warm. You dug yourself into your old couch which you always felt was really soft and looked over to see John sitting next to you... well not you but a different version of you. It was...