T-Rex: I have invented a machine! A machine that lets you send emails...
T-Rex: ...TO THE FUTURE!
Dromiceiomimus: T-Rex, is this just a regular internet-enabled device combined with the facile observation that all emails, once sent, necessarily arrive in the future because they can't arrive in the past?
T-Rex: I - um... yes?
T-Rex: Man, y'all be hard to impress!
Utahraptor: We've been burned before, dude!
Utahraptor: Your time machine that goes through time but only at the rate of one second per second and only ever forward being the most recent example.
T-Rex: HEY. You set any future time and it will ABSOLUTELY BRING YOU THERE, as long as you keep both yourself and the machine in good working order.
T-Rex: It's not my fault that we all keep dying of old age OR WORSE before the future arrives!!
T-Rex: ...
T-Rex: Aw dang!! Dude, I just remembered how life is sad
