Back in 1996 I watched a play by Italian comedian Corrado Guzzanti called Nineteen-ninenty-ten (Millenovecentonovantadieci). He played a young man born in 2025 who came back in time, asking for asylum in the present, "because the future sucks". At the time I laughed my ass off, it was a great show. In hindsight it was also terrifyingly prophetic.