It's the year 2324. I watch on my quantum clock, 12 o clock. Soon the giro team selection of the giro 2026 will close. But after 2 decades of adjusting based on AI simulations I'm confident, this is THE TEAM. 
The sleepless nights will all be worth it when I get a (you) from the /cyc/ cummunity. I know, these people are all long gone, but I'm an old soul. That's why I keep connecting my 5d glasses to that timeframe I guess. Just simple cyclismo, primal almost. 
I navigate back to my team page for one last glance before I need to catch my shuttle to alpha centuri.
I scroll down. There is an X in the startlist.
A grey hair leaves my scalp. Fuck. It's over.