The doctor stops at a glass door labeled, “RADIOACTIVE AREA.” But he remains unfazed by the warning, instead smiling on and waving us into a room with walls adorned in ceiling height computers and a raised bed. “Right this way, ladies.”

Ladies…young women…miss? There’s reminders of this Hellscape everywhere we go. This guy sucks!

“Hey Doctor,” I say, politely, “How about saying folks, or people, or how about just showing me the time machine so I can go back home. Or put my brain back in my own body. Whatever it is you do here, I’m ready for it to please be over.”