The Indecisive Tribe

I walk toward one of the three doors and wonder what path I want to choose. The first door would take me into the past, where I could right my wrongs. Start anew. The second would take me into the mysterious future where there are countless unknown possibilities. The third would take me anywhere I wanted. Anywhere at all. I wondered how I went from getting a salad at freshens to deciding my fate by picking a door. This was no longer relevant, because I knew that I had to choose, so I did.

I picked the door that took me into future. I did not fully understand how different it would look until I walk through the door. Almost everyone was traveling via hover boards and electric cars. The roads were made of many hexagonal shaped plates that appeared to be solar panels. Ohh, I think I’ve seen this on my timeline at some point. I guess it got approved. I’m not going to lie, I was kind of expecting flying cars and robots that greeted me on the sidewalk but I guess you can’t win them all. I looked behind me to see if the magical door was still there. It wasn’t. Then I pinched myself because I am pretty sure that this not real. But it is. This is real.

Just as I was about to walk to the futuristic Sweet Frog, which would have been amazing, some big men in S.W.A.T looking uniforms approached me. They scared me a little, but I try to keep my cool because I don’t even know where I am. Before I could say anything, they snatch me up and throw me into a cop car. Wait they didn’t read me my rights. Is this even America?

Anyway, now they have me chained to a table in a small room. The dark tinted glass was obviously one of those one way mirrors, they act like I don’t watch CSI.  

“Why am I here?” I shouted dramatically. “You can’t hold me here without telling me why! I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.” I think…at least that’s what I gathered from T.V. After hours of sitting here someone finally walks in. He was black man who appeared to be middle aged. He was dressed in a grey suit and wore black glasses.

“Really, wearing shades indoors.” I said because I am not myself when I’m hungry. “You must be an asshole, I just get that vibe from-“

“I’m wearing these because I’m blind.” He said.

“I am so sorry, I am just lost and confused and hungry, and I have been here for hours.” I rambled

“It’s been ten minutes…” He sounds annoyed at me. I didn’t ask for any of this. I just wanted to see the future and I am seriously feeling attacked right now.

“Oh,” I replied. I sat back in my chair and tried to pull myself together. Then I mumble. “I never should have walked through that door.  

“Jamil Wright,” He said. Wait how does he know my name? “That door is the best thing to ever happen to you. You are one of the only people in this world that is compatible with the Three Doors. He handed me an envelope with instructions. It was more like directions.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Use the three doors to go back in time and teleport to this place.” He said. “Trust me son, this is for the sake of humanity. I know it might not look it but we are on the brink of death here. And we all parish if you do not do this correctly. Is that clear?”

“….okay.” So after about a half hour of the three door shenanigans I finally get to where I need to be. In front of the door to a huge mansion. I ring the doorbell. And then I see him. Donald fucking Trump.

“Who the hell are you?” Trump said. I put on a pair of black shades and lift a silver pen In front of him. It flashes and now he looks brain dead…this is good.

“Hey asshole,” I say. “Yeah you know that terrible idea you have. The thing about you becoming a president?”

“…..mmhmm”

“Yeah, just don’t.”

~Elijah B.