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Chapter Notes:

As 1999 changes over to 2000, and 3099 and changes to 3100, Richard Daniels reflects on his life.


So tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1999 

Prince’s voice rang through the old Commonwealth Armory, which had become a gymnasium and a party venue at Boston University. The big room was filled with dancing bodies and, in the corner, one lone observer, a kind of traveler. He looked a bit like a graduate student. A coed skipped past. She turned, stopped and looked at him. “Hey!” 

“Uh, hey, yeah.” 

“It’s boiling hot in here, loud as all get out, and you can’t stop looking at your phone?” 

“Phone? Uh, yeah.” The guy who looked like a graduate student quickly pocketed his PADD. The device was not from 1999. It was from 3099. But the old Armory building was dark enough, so no one had noticed.

“Ready for a new millennium and a new century?” she asked, yelling.

“Sure!” But for him it would be the thirty-second and not the twenty-first century, and the millennium wouldn’t turn over for quite a while.

She pulled his arm to get him onto the dance floor but he shook his head. “Suit yourself.” She ran off to grab someone else who was more willing.

“Y2K bug my ass!” someone else yelled randomly, amid the din. The music changed.

One two three four five; everybody in the car, so c’mon let’s ride! It was who? Lou Bega, a one-hit wonder. The traveler stood there and listened, not saying anything, not checking his PADD. There was no real mission; this was just a historian’s jaunt and, frankly, the historian was dancing with various students and wasn’t working too hard.

The music kept changing. The traveler kept silently identifying the artists as everybody else danced.

Livin’ la vida loca … Ricky Martin. So why don’t you slide? Goo Goo Dolls. Oh where, oh where can my baby be? Pearl Jam. Do you believe in life after love? Cher. I want it that way. Backstreet Boys. Gimme your heart, make it real, or else forget about it …. Santana with Rob Thomas.

“Hey, it’s midnight!” somebody yelled, and people started kissing, and some started singing. The historian was singing with the students, the usual old New Year’s song.

The traveler knew the words to that song, too, but his heart wasn’t in it. He just stood and thought of another song from the now-ended year. It was by Sugar Ray, and the party DJ had not seen fit to play that tune. But Senior Temporal Agent Richard Malcolm Daniels knew the lyrics, and thought of them all the same.

Someday

when my life has passed me by
I'll lay around and wonder why you were always there for me

One way
in the eyes of a passerby
I'll look around for another try
and’ll fade away

Just close your eyes and I'll take you there

This place is warm without a care
We'll take a swim in the deep blue sea
I go to leave as you reach for me

Some say
Better things will come our way
No matter what they try to say you were always there for me

Someway
when the sun begins to shine
I hear a song from another time
and’ll fade away
and’ll fade away

So far, so long, so far away

So far, so long, so far away (away, away)

Someday
when my life has passed me by
I'll lay around and wonder why you were always there for me

One way
in the eyes of a passerby
I'll look around for another try

And'll fade away
And'll fade away
And'll fade away
And'll fade away
And'll fade away
And'll fade away
(someday)
And'll fade away



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