Dear Stranger,
I hope that you find this letter in a readable condition, since I thought it would be difficult to preserve a thing for a hundred years. I’ve tried to print this on plastic and seal in a bottle with a cork and leave in the Arabian Sea, the traditional way. Hopefully, this has not disintegrated.
If you have found this letter, then I assume one of the following:
You haven’t shifted to Mars, or any another planet, yet.
Global warming has caused large glaciers to melt and you are subjected to great floods and have currently found this bottle in the water that has entered your house.
You could be a cyborg and probably speak java and are decoding this letter in an effort to learn about history and perhaps, what to you would be Medieval English.
I would begin by apologizing for any distress to you, because if you are in a crisis, it is probably due to our ineffective decisions. Leaders have somewhat tried, in numerous (pointless) conferences and summits, to take rational and sustainable decisions for your generation. The general public was always engaged in a race to survive and could have done little. Still, I apologise.
I would think that for your generation, life expectancy has increased, problems of basic needs have been eradicated, people have basic human rights. With some luck, some governments would have solved their internal politics and focused on the issue at large.
In our generation, pessimism is rife, hopes are low, and a large part of the world’s population is threatened by climate change, yet unaware of its effects or methods to mitigate the problem.
I hope that you have made your decisions. If not, then you are perhaps stuck in the same boat (forgive the realistic pun). A hundred years is a long time to not rectify a mistake. I hope with all the progress that you have made, you have the means to correct them. I hope your life if better than ours.
Preserve your culture, learn from your history, and correct our mistakes.
You have power to change the world, still.
A girl from 2018.