Wait until you see my time...
<font color="#00ff00"> You think John Titor's Story is bad, wait until you read mine. [/COLOR]
<font color="orange"> I came back here from 2108 A.D. Earth is already a nuclear crater at that point, it has been since 2029. Everything was pretty much milk and honey until 9:34 P.M. July 4th, 2029. Then Hell began. The first thing to go horribly wrong was that China started a nuclear war with Russia that lasted for two months. Needless to say, both of them were nearly wiped out in their own fire. Fast-forward to 2041. Now it's the U.S. who lights the nuclear fire, and this time it truly engulfs Earth. Out of this madness, the cyborgs rose to prominence. Since none of us need air, food, water, sleep or entertainment, we were the natural choice for Earth's new inhabitants. I was built/grown to be a human teenage male, with all my parts and pieces. I was created in 2092 to eventually come back here. Unfortunately, I am more biological than I would like to be. I will have to build a more robotic body to transfer myself into. Then, and only then, will I be able to execute my mission, insuring the creation and survival of the cyborgs. [/COLOR]