Fourteen minutes before the world ended blowing up in massive missile attacks from twelve countries waging war with each other, my time machine took me from 2931 to 1208, to what was once my hometown: Washington, DC, but was now an area of lush rainforests with ferns a hundred feet high.

I shed my whackamadora and sucked in the warm fetid air, breathing freely on my own. I kicked off my malacatados, feeling the soft oozing earth between each toe, drawing figures with my right big toe, erasing them with my left, giggling like a twelve year old boy, knowing I'd never go back to that hellish time when mankind, womankind, non-gender time had eaten away everything that was good or true or even freaking "normal" and earth's population had neared eighty billion, but now there was only me, or so it seemed, and this new earth, naturally warm, welcoming me but could it really just me be? Was I all alone now? Surely, I must be able to find a mate here and perhaps bred a world of kindness and decency where we were all free. But, enough of this wishful thinking, first I must find food and a place to live safely.

I felt as if I hadn't breathed in an hour-there, I recognized that hill-that's where the US Capitol used to be, so I guess at least the hill will be there-if there is a future-whatever that may be, but I guess it will depend on which time line I've ended in.

There, through that thicket is village, filled, it seems, with none but women! Full-breasted, brown skinned women who giggle and laugh and seem to exchange real friendship-unlike that that was just here a moment ago.

It took me a few moments to realize they were preparing their evening meal.

Nowhere were there men, however. There were no warriors, no weapons . . . just women.

I crept out of the thicket waiting a few seconds before I walked toward them.

"Man," I heard one say. "Man," I knew I was welcomed because I heard the youngest one, the most beautiful one, say, "Feast."

I looked back at my time machine, what a dilemma I thought, will we feast together or will I be their feast?

The tallest lit a fire and motioned toward me.

I advanced. . .there was nothing back home, my fate was simple, either way I'd win-filling their bellies or their desires and I thought, fire so much better than ice.

The End

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