If I had a time machine I’d visit Marilyn Monroe in her prime.
That’s a quote from Stephen Hawking in a Daily Mail column on the possibility of time travel.
It sounds like something out of Insignificance (in which Marilyn Monroe explains the theory of relativity to Albert Einstein). But it makes me wonder what such a visit would be like.
1957. Marilyn Monroe is relaxing at the poolside bar of the Beverley Hills Hotel. Suddenly there’s a whoosh and a flash of light and an elderly man in a strange wheelchair appears in front of her. She’s a little scared, but yet curious because she didn’t get where she is today without a sense of curiosity.
HELLO, MISS MONROE,” the man says. Only it’s not his voice. It’s coming out of a small box on his lap and the voice sounds more like the voice of a robot from a B-grade motion picture. The sort of film she hopes she’ll never end up having to make.
“How do you do?” Marilyn politely replies. “
GOOD, THANKS. I AM FROM THE FUTURE. I AM A TIME TRAVELLER FROM THE YEAR TWO THOUSAND AND TEN.”
She looks around to see if anyone else has noticed them. There’s only a barman and he knows to look but never to see.
“Oh, really! Tell me, what is the future like? Are we all living in the sky? Do I have lots of grandchildren?”
The strange man looks at her. Even though his face is contorted, she thinks she sees a sad look flash across his features. He starts to type something into his talking box. He then stops typing, looks at Marilyn again, then types something new.
THE FUTURE IS A WONDERFUL PLACE.”