^{From: Me (Albert Einstein Hawking Chaudhury)}

^{To: Grandpa Byron (Byron Chaudhury)}

Dear Grandpa,

I am sorry that I went without telling you (did I do that in this dimension?). You probably have guessed where I was (did you?). That’s why dad’s included in the mail (probably confusing). 

Okay. Let’s start from the beginning. First I am not mad.  Second, who I am. Do you probably remember a boy in 1984, Al Singh? He used to play with dad/Pye (I don’t know what to call him now)? Afterwards he also sent a letter by hamster to dad. I know all this because I was there. Otherwise I won’t know that the hamster’s name was Alan Shearer, right? That dad created a game in his janitor’s room with six computers? He was bullied by a person with a pocket-camera-calculator, also known as a phone. Now why am I talking like this you ask? How do I know about when dad was a kid you say? Time-travel. In another dimension dad has created a time-machine, he uses it to go to the future a bit, sees his cremation planning, mom sees him starts believing in ghosts la di la la… Then dad knows he died because of a piece of metal stuck in his head after the Lean Mean Green Racing Accident (he goes into a wall, metal gets into his head) and he died later when the metal moved in his head. He wanted to live more so he wrote a letter, in which he told me where to find the time-machine, to go to 1984, to stop him from crashing, and I had a lot of pressure on me.Regards,Albert Einstein Hawking Chaudhury

Is this true? Are you kidding? I need to do it again… How?? How?? How??

Dad no…. I’ve had enough of time-travel…

First improve a person’s hopes, and then stomp out and extinguish them… Why me???

He’s right… Focus on your culture… Embrace it… Always tech, tech, tech... Enough of tech for once… Can you see how confused your son is??

Dad…