Princess Angel Meets Satoshi

 Part 3 of my third global warming science fiction novel “Last Week”Link to Part 01: “Back To Paradise Era”.

Tuesday, February 7, 2023, 3:35 A.M.

Angel had finished her meal. This was one of the happiest moments in her life. There was still about half of the coffee left in her cup.

Now she needed to find some more money. She looked around for a man who had some.

One reason they had chosen Wall Street as her destination was the simple fact that she would have a much better chance of finding a guy with money there quickly. With only one week left to live she could not afford to waste even one second on losers.

There was a guy sitting alone at one of the tables next to her. He looked like around forty. Not very handsome, by her standards. Just an ordinary guy. He would have to do for the moment, Angel thought.

She walked over to the other table, taking her cup of coffee with her.

“Mind if I join you for a couple of moments?” Angel said to the man.

He looked up, surprised. And liked what he saw. A nice smile on a pretty face framed by long black hair. Somewhat goofy-looking sunglasses. Who wears sunglasses in the middle of the night?

“Why not? Have a seat,” he said.

“I’m Angel,” she said. “I’m a Princess who came back in a time machine from the 24th Century just half an hour ago. What’s your name?”

“Call me Satoshi,” he said. This might be fun, he thought. He might even use some of this in one of his next books.

“Satoshi,” Angel said. “You don’t look Japanese.”

“I know. It’s not my real name, but I like it.”

“Satoshi what? Do you have a family name to go with that?”

“Let’s say Satoshi Sakamoto,” he said, smiling.

“That’s pretty close to Saint Satoshi,” Angel said.


“Oh, I forgot. Satoshi didn’t even get the Nobel Prize before 2037,” Angel said. “It was much later before people started calling him ‘Saint’.”

“Do you have a family name?”

“No. Just call me ‘Angel’,” she said. “My father is Emperor Nathaniel Glyde, but Princesses don’t get a second name until they marry someone in the 24th Century.”

“So, Angel, what do you want to discuss with me?”

“I am not sure yet you are the right person to talk to,” Angel said.

“What would that depend on?”

“It’s very simple. Do you have money?”


“I mean, serious money. I am on a mission to save the World here. I need some funds to get that done,” Angel said.

“Again, yes,” Satoshi said. “Though I don’t really like to discuss that particular topic.” He shifted somewhat uncomfortably in his seat.

“Okay. You will have to do for the moment,” Angel said. “Let’s test your reactions. I need to know. Kindly walk over to that woman over there reading that book, and slap her in the face.”

“What? Why the hell should I do that?” Satoshi was amused by the idea.

“Because I, the Princess, have asked for your kind cooperation,” Angel said. “You refuse?”

“Of course I refuse.”

“Excellent,” Angel said. She activated the Glaring Glasses. “Now, go over and slap her,” she said again.

“What? I just told you I won’t do it,” Satoshi said. The hypnosis was not working on him.

“Thanks anyway. That test was a success. I now know what I needed to find out,” Angel said. She had established that she would have to convince Satoshi to help her without the help of her hypnotic super power. It didn’t work on him. The good news was that she had found out early on, so she wouldn’t be in for a nasty surprise if she depended on that power later on when the stakes were higher.

“If I may say so, you are rather weird,” Satoshi said.

“Yes. That is true. I have to admit it,” Angel said. She took her sunglasses off, revealing her attractive eyes. “I am sorry. I really am. It must seem weird for you to hear that someone just arrived in a time machine from the 24th Century. That doesn’t happen every day.”

“Actually it does,” Satoshi said. “In the books I’m writing I use time machines a lot. I’m a writer, you know.”

“What do you write?” Angel asked. “Science Fiction?”

“Yes. And porn. And mystery. And romance. And non-fiction. I love writing, though I’m not selling much.”

“Didn’t you say you had money a moment ago?”

“I did. And I do. But that’s not from writing. I don’t need to bother with marketing the stuff I write, so I don’t. I prefer spending my time writing the next book to spending my time marketing something that I have already finished. I don’t even publish most of the stuff I’m writing,” Satoshi said. “Is that for real, what you said about your coming from the 24th Century, or is that just some weird pickup line?”

“It sure is for real. I am on a very important mission to your Century,” Angel said.

“What would that mission be?” Satoshi asked.

“I can’t explain all of it now. Only the most important part.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m here to enjoy what we call the ‘Paradise Era’. Life in the 24th Century is much worse than in the 21st.”

“And you want me to help with that?” Satoshi said. “I might be interested. You’re kind of cute. Crazy, but cute.” He smiled.

“And there is one other thing you need to know right now,” Angel said.


“There is a side effect to this time travel business. It only works for exactly one week. After that, I will disappear without a trace from your World, in an instant. Just how I appeared out of thin air at the NYSE building half an hour ago.”

“So you’ll be back to your 24th Century world?” Satoshi asked.

“No. I’ll be dead. Gone completely. So you may want to avoid becoming emotionally attached to me,” Angel said.

“So that’s a suicide mission,” Satoshi said. “Did they force you into it?”

“No. I volunteered.”

“But why would you ever do that? I don’t understand,” Satoshi said.

“It’s actually a deal most people in my World would have taken any time of the day. You don’t realize how fucking lucky you are to live in this particular stage of history. We call it ‘Paradise Era’. That hamburger and milk shake I just had alone was worth dying for,” Angel explained.

“I guess it’s difficult for me to understand,” Satoshi said.

“It is,” Angel said. “Now, let’s get down to business. First off, give me six hundred dollars.”

“Okay,” Satoshi said, looking amused. “Here you are.” He took out his wallet and peeled off six one hundred-dollar bills from a thick wad of bank notes, handing it to Angel.

“Thank you. Congratulations, you have passed another test. I have finished my coffee. Let’s go somewhere else. Do you know a good bar, quiet, music not too loud, around here? I’m new in town.” Angel smiled.

Link to Part 4: Solving Global Warming in One Week, With Time to Spare

Published by kflenz

Professor at Aoyama Gakuin University, Tokyo. Author of Lenz Blog (since 2003,

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