ZAP!
You press the button on your time-travel remote … and the dark room fades away.
And then … you start falling.
“AAAAAAGGHHHH!”
Your voice echoes through the emptiness as you tumble through an endless void.
Stars streak past you. Distant galaxies whiz by in a blur.
“Why … did I join … Daniel Throssell’s … email liiiiiist …” you scream as you hurtle through email space-time.
You keep falling…
…falling…
…falling…
…faster…
…faster…
…faster…
Until suddenly—
THUD!
You land…
…in a strangely familiar chair…
…with a copywriter tapping his foot impatiently in front of you.
You look up at him … and your eyes go wide.
“Wait!” you say. “You’re…”
I nod.
“Daniel Throssell … your first ally on this crazy copywriting adventure.”
I fold my arms.
“Anyway, I’ve been waiting here for hours,” I say. “Welcome to the day after you pressed that time-travel remote.”
“Huh?” you say. “Wait — I just time-travelled a day into the future?”
“Of course,” I reply, checking my watch. “Actually, I had an email scheduled for you right about now…”
PING!
At that instant, your phone goes off…
…with your next email from Daniel Throssell.
The one that was supposed to arrive … tomorrow!
But you’ve travelled 24 hours into the future … and received it immediately!
Suddenly you realise how this ’email time-travel’ thing works:
“But wait!” you say. “What if I don’t WANT another email? Should I NOT click the time-travel remote links?”
“Oh, no,” I say. “You should most definitely still click.”
“But why?”
“Because,” I grin, “you don’t just get emails when you time-travel … you also end up here.”
I beckon you to the window of your cell.
Slowly you stand up … and walk over to it.
You throw open the shutters…
And your jaw drops…
