Like a really, really old Buck Rogers, I am in the 26th century right now. I am currently working as a journalist/ content writer in Bangkok and the Buddhist year is 2558, which is way better than lame old 2015.
I haven’t wished all my dear ScifiWard readers a happy new year 2558 yet because of um… The AI wars of 2116 when the super intelligent computers that now rule us all deleted new year to teach us humility. Or was it the aliens that visit annually to suck on our essence like parasites and render mankind unconscious for a few days? Or maybe… I just realised I am confusing Buddhist 2558 with the actual future and the reason for that was because I had a lot to drink and I am permanently thinking about Science Fiction. Which also explains my lack of new year greetings. Sorry about that.
So without further ado – Happy New Year 2558. Or Happy 2015. Or whatever primitive year you- Oh hang on I am doing it again. This year I will drink less and write more.