If you somehow find this, I need you to know what’s going to happen.
I built this time machine in secret. It was my life’s work and, before I announced it, I needed to make the first flight. On August 29, 2017, I chose to go forward by one week, to see how my invention would be received.
As it turned out, we humans did not have that much time left. The radiation from the first bombs shattered the time-field, and trapped me in a stasis from which there is no escape.
I was forced to watch the end of the world from inside a pocket dimension, completely unable to return to my own, or any other time.
I’ve lost count of the decades, now. They’re irrelevant, anyway. The only things left alive in the ruins are roaches. Sometimes, I tell myself that they can see me, and I don’t feel so alone.