You press the button on your time-travel remote … and the dark room fades away.
And then … you start falling.
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…
…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…”
“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…”
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.”
“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…