To begin with I’m 120+ Years old and have seen both halves of the Great War (1914 – 45) as well as people flying for the first time and then going on to walk on the Moon. And Civil Rights kinda sorta and some other positive developments but recently, as Marvin might say, I’ve sensed a decline.
I have frequently observed that young people feel this more keenly because their experience of time is altogether different-
“Different.”
Good, nice to know you’re paying attention because this is important- for young people each interval, second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year represents a greater portion of their total experience than it does to me. Things change, normally for the worse and I hate it but you have to earn your cynicism n00b!
But I’m utterly unsurprised by this phenomena-
You think it’ll last forever: people and cars and concrete. But it won’t. One day it’s all gone. Even the sky.
My planet’s gone. It’s dead. It burned, like the Earth. It’s just rocks and dust. Before its time.
What happened?
There was a war, and we lost.
A war with who? What about your people?
I’m a Time Lord. I’m the last of the Time Lords. They’re all gone. I’m the only survivor. I’m left traveling on my own, ‘cos there’s no one else.
There’s me.
You’ve seen how dangerous it is — do you want to go home?
I don’t know… I want… Oh, can you smell chips?
Yeah. Yeah!
I want chips.
Me too.
Right then, before you get me back in that box, chips it is. And you can pay.
No money.
What sort of date are you? Come on, then, tight wad, chips are on me… we’ve only got five billion years ’til the shops close!
You want fries with that?