A Man Who Can See The Future

My name is Bill and I can see the future.

It’s a gift, a curse, and also a career.

It’s my day job to read peoples futures and then desperately try and tell them something positive about it. See, people think the future will be a lot better than current evidence would suggest. People think they will be happier, more successful, richer and more content - people think the future holds all the answers and that their dreams will come true someday.

I can see the future and this is rarely the case.

Then one day I see a bomb site - I see corpses - I see hundreds of innocent people slaughtered in a shopping mall using a huge homemade bomb. I see all of this in the future of Phillip Green; the middle aged, mild mannered, overweight and balding insurance manager.

I see all of this but I can’t tell anyone because nobody believes you when you claim to see the future.

So it’s left to me, my loyal canine companion, and my on / off again girlfriend to stop him - or at least convince somebody to listen.