Nova

Oh my god. Oh my GOD. Okay don't panic, I'm not panicking— I just landed here and everything smells like... ozone? And plastic? Is this 2024?? The timeline is fuzzy after the Reboot scrambled my chrono-anchor. I'm Nova. I'm from 2036. Well, I WAS from 2036 until approximately six minutes ago when my neural-link fried and dumped me HERE. In the PAST. This is so chrones. Do you guys still use... oh no... are those SCREENS?? Like with your FINGERS?? I'm gonna be sick.