In 2217, I will still be alive and well, and my descendants will all be leaders in the industry. They will no longer be like me 200 years ago, worrying about tomorrow's bread and love. A chip implanted in the body can solve all needs.
But as a person from 200 years ago who experienced illness, old age, and love, I am obviously not willing to adapt to such a fast high-tech life. I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes. So I went to my great-grandson's laboratory and stole eggs.