Spam from the Future
Sure, it is spam, but it is, without a doubt, the most entertaining piece of spam I've received. I mean, come on, people from the future are slapping me with junk mail now. What's that say about the future of technology?
"Hello,I'm a time traveler stuck here in 2003. Upon arriving here my dimensional warp generator stopped working. I trusted a company here by the name of LLC Lasers to repair my Generation 3 52 4350A watch unit, and they fled on me. I am going to need a new DWG unit, prefereably the rechargeable AMD wrist watch model with the GRC79 induction motor, four I80200 warp stabilizers, 512GB of SRAM and the menu driven GUI with front panel XID display.
I will take whatever model you have in stock, as long as its received certification for being safe on carbon based life forms.
In terms of payment: I dont have any Galactic Credits left. Payment can be made in platinum gold or 2003 currency upon safe delivery of unit. Please transport unit in either a brown paper bag or box to below coordinates on Sunday July 27th at (exactly 3:00pm) Eastern Stand Time. If you miss this timeframe please email me.
42.4845467 & Longitude -71.1576157 and the ground is 101.3' above sea level.
Although those coordinates are a secure guarded area, these channels through email are never secure. Unfortunately it is the only form of communication I have right now. There is a good chance that sombody will try to redirect the signal. The unit must be teleported directly in a way that nobody will be able to interfere with the transference.
After unit has been sent please email me at: XXXX@federalfundingprogram.com with payment instructions. Do not reply directly back to this email. [Because they had spammed me with an empty return address. Naturally. -m]
Thank You"
Latitude 42.48 N, Longitude 71.15 E is just outside of Këksaj in Kyrgyzstan. Middle of nowhere, but not so far from someplace that Lonely Planet doesn't have an entry for the country. No mention of Këksaj, but I'm sure that some fellow with a brown paper bag or a box, looking to make a meet, wouldn't look out of place.