It did not stop at that either, my flaming apparatus blew up, evidently by some more messages from the future. I went out and into my emergency store and brought back 15 more flaming apparatus and worked them into one continued line (if you can call joining some wires work). They started receiving messages again and without any hesitation, I read them -
Dear Nicholas (that is my name),
Please forgive me for sending you that nonsense earlier, but one of my transmitter was malfunctioning. Now, you must be surprised at me mentioning your name, but you are famous in the future for receiving the first message from the future mankind has ever received. I just wanted you to receive a little something from my side. Best of luck on your journey.
Before I could realize the meaning of the last sentence, my teleporter began to receive something because I had linked the teleporter to my gmail ID and it was open and a notice box with a loading sign had just appeared. I argued with myself, my teleporter was not meant to receive anything, it was supposed to send something. But still...
