Pandemic survival diary.

[LastPoet]

I had a coworker that was a special kind of cray. He said he came from the future, told me a lot about it, like in the future everyone is called "Mr John", and that was what he called everone. He told me, he was building a time machine to go back. When I heard he was going to leave work, he told me he finished it and going back to the future. I asked him what would be the next lottery numbers, but he didn't know because his neural connection to the singularity (he said it was the future internet), didn't work in these times...

So he went, never heard from him again. What can I say? Farewell Mr John.