“Put the thing that you most want to carry forward into the future into the time capsule.”

That had been the directive, anyhow. And I had arranged for myself to be last in line. Last to put something in the capsule, and the one to seal it.

I carefully nestled the hand grenade between the other items and tied a string to its pin. Once the lid was all but closed, I pulled. There was a click as the grenade’s “spoon” tapped against the capsule lid, ready to pop loose and explode the moment the lid was opened.

“Put the thing that you most want to carry forward into the future into the time capsule,” I repeated with a small smile.

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