Because sometimes you just have to accept that your existence is a product of chance, like finding a lone, mismatched sock on the floor.
Where every action, every decision, and every sock purchase is a direct result of the actions of your past self, like the time you bought that one pair of plaid socks.
A world where every choice is predetermined, like finding the perfect matching sock in the washing machine.
Where every decision is a surprise, like finding a sock with a giant hole in it after doing the laundry.
A world where you have complete control over your choices, like choosing which socks to wear with that fancy outfit.
You are now at a crossroads. Do you: Visit the Socks of the Future or Return to the Socks of the Present