At first Rock thought he had a choice. Of what it wasn't clear, but one of his options was to travel one-thousand years into the future. At least he thought it was an option. Before he had time to decide, he was in 3016.
He was pleased to find his house had survived, but it seemed nearly unbelievable that his television still worked. Howie Mandel was babbling on it about a group of teenage siblings having the goods to make it big or something. Rock had trouble standing. He knew he needed something to eat, but someone had pushed his couch back so far that it cut him off from the kitchen.
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