Apparently, it hadn’t changed much since 1863, which is when slavery was supposed to end. The only thing that had changed was that there were more half black than there used to be. There were not slaves, but there were not treated like white people. If they had a sibling that was white that sibling was supposed to inherit everything. I noticed that they didn't have the technology that we were supposed to have. it was only barely more sophisticated than the 1950’s. So they barely had a computer. Not quite the Iphone-5. Eventually we got onto more important things. Such as, how were we supposed to fix my mistake. We finally decided to go back to the capsule and to see what parts were missing. We got there and luckily I still had the key. But most of the windows were broken so we would need to fix that. Some of the engine was missing, well more importantly the piston was missing. I had been there for about three weeks now and we finally had everything fixed. Early that morning we got up and said our goodbyes.
She came up to be and hugged me tight.
“I’m going to miss you so much. Once you get everything fixed tell the other me everything.”
“Of course! And I’m going to miss you too. You would have really liked the other you. Bye!” I got in and I typed in February 12, 1809. Here goes