All the guards slowly die of cancer over the next seventeen years. I hope you're happy.
W is now a grown woman. You missed her wedding. Her three daughters (ages 12, 9, and 4) have a vague idea of who Grampa [your name] is, but have seen him only in outdated pictures.
Also there are flying cars now. Nobody uses them, though, as they are and always will be wildly impractical.
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