"Poetry it is, I'll find the times and let you know more after dinner, I guess."
They had reached the kitchen, and Jubilee fished a package of paper plates out of the cabinet.
"The future?" She grinned wryly. "You mean my own personal future, or the future of the world in general?"
Jubilee thought about that for a minute. "For myself, I want to go to college and get a good job. Damned if I know what, though. Professional video game tester--in my dreams.
"As for the world's future, I just wish we could live peacefully, ya know? It's never happened in history...it's probably not gonna happen now...but I still want it. So many people who don't get that we're exactly the same as they are. The sixties didn't work, ya know?" She clarified, "The nineteen-sixties. Civil Rights movement, et cetera." She motioned to 'Ro to get the bottles of soda from the pantry--they wouldn't be cold, but it was no big deal.
"People have just always sucked and they'll probably spend the next eighty billion gazillion years sucking even more."
Jubilee stuck her head out into the mostly-rebuilt hallway to see if anyone was coming in yet. No one was there.
"What about you? What kind of future do you want?"