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Challenge of the Week XXXIX
You took your smartphone and moved back to 1984. For the sake of the plot, your phone works perfectly, but a condition of your year-long relocation in time is no one can see it, or know about it. You are to report back to 2023 the contrasts: With people, music, overall humanity, anything. Send texts, pics, videos, undetected. The elite group with whom you work has cracked the code of time travel and intervention, and while the race to colonize Mars rages on, your group has decided to instead go back to 1984 to reset the world, so to speak. Before that power leaves a seamless, yet indelible mark on the future, the group has to decide if it's for the better, or to go ahead and let it all run the course it's on, and start looking skyward for continuation. Make it funny, make it deep, make it dark, make it yours. Entry with the most likes takes the $25 wire. Go.

Chameleon

Hey guys, sorry it's taken me so long to check in but I guess the Integration Department really did a good job on their research, because everybody keeps asking me where I got my shoes. I almost got caught in a fight between some teenagers at a restaurant who were arguing over whether Eddie Van Halen had sold out with the synthesizers on Jump or if he was a "Radical Badass" or something. It's cool and it's not, kind of like this trip. You will not believe how good the cheeseburgers are. Do they even know what trans fats are? Have those been invented...discovered...I dunno. All the women are eating salad so I stick out like a sore thumb. Not to mention, I am having an awful time trying to do my hair . Can somebody please ask Cathy what degree of angle I'm supposed to hold the blow-dryer to the radius of my head. I'm just not getting that look of "I stuck a fork into a socket, but don't worry, your taxes will be done on time."

I can't help but feel optimistic, I mean, these people do, and half the time they're standing in a cloud of car exhaust and secondhand smoke. It's really no wonder the millenials are so anxious, all the parents are dragging their kids around by the elbow and hitting them when they have "Just about had enough of that." Write that down McKaylah, see how little Alexis responds to that and get back to me. Don't worry, her slate will be wiped clean when she hits 18, who reads billboards anyways. Hey, am I allowed to make sports bets? Hahaha, I'm kidding, I know, too early for Back to the Future jokes, right? Hey guess what's on the radio right now, it's your favorite Joel!

Karma-karma-karma-karma-

Ashley

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