The astronaut rode in the open-topped Cadillac. New York’s skyscraper canyons turning the cheers into a deep roar. Hands waved. Smiles from the young, smiles from the old. He was a hero.
Ticker tape cascaded down.
He tried to smile back, waving lazily at the sea of excited New Yorkers. Inside, he felt scared and uncertain.
More ticker tape rained down from the windows of skyscrapers. Enthusiastic office workers throwing handfuls of the stuff.
And that was the problem: he knew no one had used ticker tape machines in centuries.
The parade went on, celebrating this hero from the distant future.