Tuesday, March 31, 2020
At the heart of much speculative fiction (and fiction in general) is a question. What if? On Tuesdays I like to throw one out there and see what you make of it. Do with it as you please. If a for-instance is not specified, feel free to interpret that instance as you wish. And if you find this becomes a novel-length answer, I'd appreciate a thank you in the acknowledgements. 😉
What if someone claiming to be a descendant of yours (grandchild, great-grandchild, great grand nephew, 3rd niece twice removed, etc.) arrived on your doorstep (via a time machine or some such)?
(I wrote these what ifs back in February, before we all got shut in. This one takes on a different meaning right about now. Feel free to answer is as yourself from before the plague or during. Or after. It certainly gives this question a different flavor.)