You know what I don’t like? Things you can’t fix yourself.

Sure, the time machine might be a little janky. It might have a leaky part or two. Some things might be held together with duct tape. Hell, some buttons should never be touched (which reminds me, I need to put a Do Not Pull sign on that mystery lever). But at least the damn thing is fixable. Even if I don’t know what I’m doing I can still get in there and cross some wires, blow into a nozzle, even smack it with a hammer.

The last place you want to find yourself in, is this future I just arrived at. Good thing most of the AI onboard the time machine is crammed into a quantum-cluster of micro-computers that I can edit myself. I’ll take “Open Sores” software every year of the century over any closed-sourced system.

The only black box I’m willing to put up with is my mystery lever. And the way I deal with it is by not dealing with it at all.