"It would be said of these times, that everybody acted as they saw fit." 2050 Taiwo switched on his all-purpose artificially intelligent house help. “Ogidan, call my husband. Tell him I'm going to the art exhibition show I told him about”. “Yes, Taiwo”. He put on his black burberry coat, snapped his finger in the air to turn off the power in the house, then he left. On his lawn, while walking to his Aeromobil he thought about his White Detective husband, Michael. He left two weeks before to the National Unit for Space and Time Travel seeking permission to go back to the past 30 years to get to the root of series of crimes allegedly committed by the Nigerian government. He had since left and his only means of communication to the present time was his very much outdated Multidimensional Space Transmitter, one of the very first set of futuristic tech to be produced in 2036. He prayed to God for his protection. He was part of the few who supposedly believed in God. Even