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firmer government. It was decided that these riots were a sure sign that the Internet was a cancer of society. And like cancer, the only known treatments were harsh. Parents, all parents, were deemed unfit to raise their children. Every child in the country was relocated away from their parents to special child-rearing camps." "And is this how you were born and grew up to be an adult in four years?" Xavier sighed. "I don't really want to talk about that." "No, no, no, I insist," I continued, staring him down as sympathetically as possible. Xavier grimaced. "My father was at the Lawrence Livermore lab in Berkley researching an article on the Incredible Hulk, where he ended up having sex with a small nuclear reactor. I am the entirely predictable result." "And when you say DOByour father, does that meanâ¦?" "Yes, he's dead. But not from that. He was actually quite famous for awhile because of that." I nodded, easily imagining that. "No, he died some time later. With mom." "The nuclear reactor?" "Yes," Xavier said through clenched teeth. "They were drinking... well I guess dad was trying to get her drunk." Xavier shook his head. "I don't know what happened. An explosion? A lot of people died. The police ended up calling it a 'domestic dispute' but I think they really didn't know what to make of it." "I'm sorry," I said, falling off my chair laughing. Xavier glared daggers at me. He really was a Cracked editor. "If I can continue?" "Please do," I offered, clutching my sides. Xavier waited patiently until I retook my seat. "Anyways, with order somewhat restored the government decided that the Internet was too much of a threat to start up again. Most other forms of technological entertainment were banned as well, or sharply regulated. Television, electric handjob machines, video games. The only thing even resembling a video game any more are horrible 'Edutainment' creations. The world's leading software developer is now PBS." I shuddered. "This government. Is this thing elected, or what? How does that work now?" Xavier shook his head. "The riots forced Obama to postpone the election. He didn't really have a choice, but when it was delayed, well that just made things worse. That's when the government nearly fell. Supposedly we'll have elections again soon. That's what Uncle Joe says." "You don't meanâ¦" "Oh yeah.""Oh wow. Sorry future, that's really shitty." I paused, thinking. "You said you were waiting for me? How?" "When you left in the phone booth in 2010, we knew when and where you'd arrive. We've been anxiously awaiting your arrival for years." I frowned. No one ever seemed to care when I was or wasn't in this office, much less eagerly await my return. "We're disappointed to see you Bucholz" was a phrase I recalled in particular. They put that on my birthday cake once. It wasn't even my birthday. "And why were you waiting for me?" "Because we know you can help. I'm sorry my father isn't here to ask you himself. I know you two were close." I stared at him blankly. "He often spoke highly of you. Said you'd do anything for him." I glanced at my watch. Xavier narrowed his gaze. "With your column, you have a direct line to the most awful people on the Internet. More than any other columnist, you attract the worst that humanity has to offer." It was true. You could catch a disease loitering in the comments section of some of my articles. "We want you to start turning the tide. Use your column to spread good through the world. Teach your readers important things, like when to not yell at bus drivers, and how to order a sandwich without offending four different cultures." I frowned. "But by doing that, won't I change the future? Won't you cease to exist? And if you cease to exist, how will we have had this conversation? Will I then go back to writing William H. Macy snuff-fic? And otherwise keep making the world worse with everything I do?" Xavier shrugged. "Honestly? I don't think it matters. Do you really expect people to read your stupid time travel column that closely?" I nodded. Xavier's lack of respect for the audience impressed me. He really was a natural Cracked editor. "Deal." I spit into my palm and extended it to him. He looked back and forth between me and it with disgust etched into his face. ___ So, after visiting the archive of horse race results which Cracked has always kept on hand for visiting time travelers, I returned to my phone booth and *FLUP*ed my way back to the somewhat-earlier 21st century. And now that I'm back readers, please, heed my words! Be good to each other! People who disagree with you are not necessarily fags. And if they are, that's actuallyUsing racial slurs to describe people you dislike is incredibly ignorant and hateful. It makes you a measurably worse person, and you will eventually cross someone who will stab you in the throat for it. Most people should never and could never suck a thousand burning dicks.Almost everyone's mom is an OK lady, and even if they're not, you should get to know her first before making any bold claims about her. You can make a difference, so long as you___