Hello Michael. This message will not find you well, but I know you’re okay.

I’m sending you this video message from the earthly year of 3077, but here on the east colony of Mars, its just year 733.

Please pay attention to every word in it; it’s not only for you but to all humanity, or to what was left of it.

By now most of your organs are artificial, and I’m sorry to inform you that those advanced devices that keep you alive are obsolete, but they are still in my body; I could not change it. But not because of the lack of means. We already dominated the steam cell technology, and most of us were able to keep living by just taking a few needle pricks every ten years. The problem is that once your original tissues are gone, replacing them is still impossible.

Checking the data about the earthly year of 2089, now you must be living in what was known as Canada, the Edmonton region, to be more precise. I’m sorry to tell you that you’ll be soon moving far to the north, to the islands. War and distress are a hell of a moving force. And I tell you, seven thousand atomic bombs popping everywhere are no joke.

Here on Mars, at least on the east colony, things are bearable, but we still depend on Earth to get our food. They are grown in the far north of Greenland. They are not the tastiest, but still better than the potatoes we can grow here. So, due to the shipping cycle between Earth and Mars, we have something better to eat every 6 months.

Now I’d like to give you some warnings for you to share with humanity, not that I believe people will take them seriously. If they did, WW3 would never have happened, and you would not be living on the far north of the continent now. But here they go anyway; I feel it’s a moral obligation to tell them.

Long story short, South America became a big farm to sustain the war efforts of the USA and Europe. That plunged the continent into starvation because all the food produced in it was exported. The same fate befell India; they were the ones who supplied food for the Chinese and Russians.

However, WW3 was short; it lasted only 11 years, and most of the world became a hell of radiation after it. Remember I told you people don’t take warning seriously? Well, I’m sorry to inform you that WW4 is at hand; the dispute will be to control Earth’s north pole, the only place still capable of supporting life—a poor version of it, but still life.

Besides all that, climate change turned the few not-nuked places of Earth way too hot for anyone to live in them. This problem was not 100% man-made; the planet got into another natural heating cycle, but the nukes and pollution surely helped to make things way worse.

This message is being sent to you through our constellation of satellites—a bridge of communication between Earth and Mars. But I’m afraid you may not receive it. Remember how people don’t take warnings seriously? Well, we are currently fighting Espace War 1, and most of our satellites were destroyed, especially the ones capable of bending time, making bits of information travel to the past. No, time travel is still impossible, but bits of information (light) can be easily manipulated and bent to reach any point of the past. However, to do the same with matter would demand an enormous amount of energy that we don’t have right now.

But the good news is that, after analyzing all the events that brought us here to this gloomy future, I identified what was the turning point that unchained all those events, and you, or any other fellow human, will have to take action immediately before the trigger is pulled.

There’s one guy who gave the first kick to plunge Earth into the madness it became, and he must be eliminated. Yes, it’s a tough decision to kill someone, even a person as evil as him.

Now pay attention. The deadline to take action and eliminate this guy is March 11, 2025, 9 PM (GMT +3). But it’s not enough for only you to know that, so I’ll double this broadcast bandwidth so this message can reach the people of 2025 as well.

Wow, just saw some sparks here on my board. I hope this will not overcharge our few satellites.

Right. Done. Everything looks good.

So, the guy I’m talking about will be at a conference tomorrow night; you must find a way to eliminate him at any cost!

His name is…