Future Historian #1: “Holy shmit, check out what I found! It's a rare epic poem by noted 21st Century absurdist author and notorious child-cannibal, John C. Wright! This will go right into the Astro-Smithsonian, right next to Pope Schwarzeneggar's collection of fem-bot assassins and Eric Trump's original skull!”
Future Historian #2: “Going by the wording and sentence structure, I'd place this piece's writing sometime before humans got the whole ‘language’ thing figured out. None of this makes any semantic sense. And look, he uses ‘Brony’ as a pejorative. It's so strange, seeing invective against the largest and most popular religious group.”
Future Historian #1: “That's just John C. Wright's style. Apparently, he was kicked in the head by a ‘horse,’ whatever that is, while enjoying a cool and refreshing beverage made from ‘whatever I could find in the liquour cabinet, spiced up with whatever I could find under the kitchen sink.’ Nothing he wrote ever made any sense. Perhaps he would have been more recognized during his lifetime, if he hadn't taken that busload of children hostage and demanded that his imaginary enemies bow before him and proclaim him the one true Lord of the Dance, then drove the damned thing into the East River while yodelling the theme from 'Bonanza’.”
Future Historian #2: “…You know, looking at all of that information, I get the feeling he was kind of an idiot disconnected from reality and prone to needlessly attacking others to boost his own sense of self-worth.”
Future Historian #1: “Oh yeah, he was a Grade-A asshole, but his shit's good for a chuckle if you're high enough, and he's dead anyway, so fuck him.”