Right now, the invisible, time-travelling 11-year-old version of myself is sitting directly behind me, feeling very confused. He decided to drop in on the future Toby Litt, and see what he’d managed to do with his life. Had I fulfilled his ambitions? Was I just another boring grown-up?
When he first tracked me down, about two minutes ago, he found that—very disappointingly—I was still on planet earth. At the very least, he’d hoped that I’d be working in a moon-unit a bit like the one in Space: 1999 or, failing that, orbiting the planet in a space station like the…
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