Call Back A Warning: Modern Day Senku

Call Back A Warning: Modern Day Senku

Research everything. Test everything. Replicate replicate replicate.

For most of his life, Senku had been painfully aware of how little he knew. Humanity had spent centuries and centuries compiling information, and some of it was correct, a lot of it was wrong but based on good science, and even more were wrong and based on bad science.

His life began as a game of catch up, sorting through information, figuring out what was reliable and correct, charting the mountains of progress humanity had made before he was even out of diapers.

And during that time, scientific discovery continued its relentless march forward, uncaring of whether one person understood it all.

Senku had thought he was fine with that. He could focus on both the cutting edge of science, and the historical truths that had led up to those discoveries.

He had not expected for the world to change quite so drastically in his time.

Or that he'd get a front-row seat to it.

Time travel, Xeno had confided to him, with a curious look at him.

A catastrophe of some sort, Byakuya had explained further, hugging Senku exceptionally close when he landed in America.

Thousands upon thousands of years from the future, an Ishigami Senku claimed to be calling them.

The same Ishigami Senku who was right now being let into the mission room where the Phone To The Future was installed.

"Yo." Senku tapped the microphone, "These guys are saying you're me. How aren't you completely calcified after thirty seven centuries?"

The connection was crackly as hell, but the dry laugh was unmistakable, "Funnily enough, I was petrified for most of that time." His voice, approximately a fifth of an octave lower than Senku's own, came from the speakers, "You didn't read the briefing? The mentalist worked hard on it."

"Some kind of Futurama ass shit." Senku replied with a yawn, "Of course a junk Mentalist wrote that, it sounded like a summary of a wish fulfillment power fantasy."

More laughter, "God, I was such an asshole."

"You still are!" Another voice called out from the other end.

"Shut up, man." Old-Man-Senku shoved something – probably the other speaker, "So, how about it? You're at the same level I was when the Petrification happened, so I can confidently say you can handle some robot parasites. All we need is for you to agree."

Senku thought on it carefully.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even know a billionth of the things there are in the world. Just a rando really."

"And I've realized that that's what anyone is. You have a specialization for this field, though, and we could use it." Old-Man-Senku's voice was droll, "So, how about it?"

He was just fishing to see what kind of person he would hypothetically grow up to be. The answer was already decided the second he heard the situation.

"I'm gonna get to go to space, as soon as possible, right? So there wasn't a millimeter of doubt that I'd be going."

A scientist leaned over to whisper to someone behind him, "Wait, we're letting a fifteen year old onto a rocket ship???"