Randolph Smith

My name is Randolph Smith. The story of my odyssey into the future full of adventure, I explored a new world with mechanization on the summit. I am an NYPD detective. It all began when I was investigating the crime scene of a woman named Ashley . Many claim that she had been killed, that she was the victim of a conspiracy, but the strong evidence was yet to be unveiled.

I entered her bedroom, where she was last sighted. A peevish odour was rising from the bed. Mist started rising, the room was surrounded with gases and it was all I remembered of the past.

Despite a blurry vision and a splitting headache, I got up and saw where I was. I perceived that my nose was mashed and my face was bloodstained. I was at the observatory of the Empire state building. The truth, startled me. New York was stuck in a swamp of mechanization. Stretching across were flying cars, transformers, teleports, air stations, all that I had envisioned New York to be.

By sheer coincidence, I found Ashley there , she was crying, and she looked confused. I identified her from the photograph I had seen, presented myself to her and this calmed her down a bit. She pointed towards a board, which cited that it was 2150. We were both indeed traumatized by the reality.

Ashley was up on the observatory observing the city. She told me that she had been in the future for four days, and

Brock always went out for a walk in the evening. At this time, he was guarded by the robots. Ashley, could crack the sequence of the chips, using the “919 tool”. This was a futuristic object that could hack the sequence of the memory chip of any machine. We just had to give a photograph of the machine and the robots could be fused. This would electrocute him, we could not kill him, as killing him could lead to misprinting of the retina due to blood splatter in the eye. Unfortunately, we didn't have information on the innermore features of the