When Billy Tuggle Asked Me to Step Into a Time Machine and Choose the Direction

The rotting smell of death surrounds me

as I step outside the closing doors

Fuck, I knew I should have chosen the past

But I had watched the movies,

the flying cars and talking robots

Sure there was always the big fight scene,

some intergalactic battle,

but the good guys always won in the end

But maybe no one does / did / will

Written in a Billy Tuggle speculative fiction writing workshop. Perhaps 2022 or 2023