“Give me that. You’re doing it wrong,” Julio said reaching for the piece of wood in Snail’s hand.
“I got it. Back off.” Snail pushed Julio away and tried again. He wedged the wood along the crease of the box and tried to pry it open. “This is impossible. What the hell kind of lock is this anyway?”
“It’s from the past. Probably really, really old considering how sleek it looks.” Julio knocked on the box with his knuckles. “I think it’s even made of metal. Like a steel.”
“How do you know it’s made of metal?” Snail asked.
Julio knocked on the object again. “Because plastic doesn’t make that kind of sound, you dumb-ass. We need to figure out how to open it. There’s probably all kinds of treasure in there.”
“You know… Like Netflixes and Googles and Facebookers and other treasures from that era. My grandfather used to tell me that his grandfather’s grandfather had so much of the stuff. If we can open this box up, we’ll be rich! There might even be an internet in there.” Julio ran his hand along the box’s smooth surface and smiled.
“I don’t know. I think we should probably tell the Elder about this. He’ll want to know we found something strange. I… I don’t want to get in trouble,” Snail said.
“Nonsense. He doesn’t need to know.” Julio scraped away some dirt from the side of the box, revealing an inscription. “What’s this… ‘Time Capsule – University of Pennsylvania. Buried – 1970. Open in the year 2020’. That doesn’t make any sense, does it? 2020? And what’s the University of Pennsylvania?”
“That word sounds familiar,” Snail said. “I think it was an island or something that got washed away in a flood. I think.” He shrugged. “Well if we can’t open it, we might as well put it back in the ground where we found it. It’s only 334. Got a long way till 2020.”