Cleopatra looked down at her hands and did a double take. She examined her nails closely, and silently despaired at their condition. Without taking her eyes off her nails, she called out “Anyone got some nailpolish?”

 Sarge looked up from her data pad where she had been busy writing. “Nailpolish?”

 “Yeah, you know, nailpolish.” She looked from Sarge to Hel. “You don’t know, do you?” They shook their heads in tandem. “Awwwwwww, then how am I going to keep my nails looking nice?”

 “You could do what we do,” Hel said.

 “What do you do?” Cleopatra asked expectantly.

 “We trim out nails short,” Hel answered dryly.

 “Yeah, right.” Cleo snorted. “That’s so five centuries ago. What are we, cavemen?”

 “We are what we are,” Sarge interjected sharply, “and complaining about it won’t do anything to change that.”

 Cleo looked a little hurt. “Oh, well, excuse me for being cryogenically frozen,” she muttered, standing up to leave.

 Hel caught Cleopatra’s arm as she stalked past, placing a hand on her comfortingly. This served to enrage Sarge.

 “All you talk about is twenty first century this and twenty first century that. Has it ever occurred to you that the 21^st century is GONE?”

 Cleo’s eyes brimmed with tears. She let out one dry sob before running out of the room.

 “Sarge,” Hel said gently. “That was a little harsh.”

 “I know,” Sarge stated glumly. “Sometimes she just bugs me. Especially when I see you being all comforting with her.” She smiled shyly at Hel.

 “I understand,” Hel said, smiling slightly. “I’ll go talk to her. You get back to your smut.” She grinned in the direction of Sarge’s data pad, causing Sarge to blush.

Cleo was stalking back and forth angrily. “Dumb futuristic chicks. What do they know? Nothing. Them and their dumb robots and their stupid guns. I wish they could see how great the past was.”

 As soon as the words left Cleopatra’s mouth, she, Hel and Sarge all disappeared.

Cleopatra opened her eyes. “Hel?” She called groggily, looking around at her apartment. “Whoa,” she muttered, confusion in her voice. “Did I dream all of that?” Then she noticed Hel and Sarge lying asleep on her couch. “I guess not. What are we doing here, then?” She asked the silence. Noticing a note on her coffee table, she got up and picked it up.

 ‘Cleopatra,’ it read. ‘You asked to be able to show your friends what your century was like. Here is your chance. Make you most of it. You have twenty-four hours before you get transported back to 2525. Enjoy’

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