Good lord, what does THAT look like?!

There is a wide grassy field filled with sun and wildflowers, in the middle an ornate carved wooden table stands before three metal folding chairs. In the right chair sits an elegant Czech woman in a black silk flower-print dress, with long brunette and white hair held back by an artistic comb, she has an ageless face and warm, laughing eyes. In the left chair sits one of the scientists, sometimes a gaunt Egyptian man with wire rimmed glasses and a British accent, a Malian with high cheekbones and a close-shaven head (kind of like this guy)

a short, dowdy American woman with creaky joints, a younger Israeli/Hungarian mathematical theorist (also male), a rosy-cheeked white-haired Canadian man with severe smile lines who squints at things, a pensive French mademoiselle with a ponytail, and so on and so on, there are a lot of them. Each wears a perfectly white lab coat, long pants, varying shirts and black shoes. In the center chair sits an older version of myself, usually smirking with a superior smile, wearing either a very nice black designer clothes or should the mood take me to make him look ridiculous steampunk attire complete with brass goggles and glowing electronic jewelry, this is (unfortunately) the conception I carry of the best-possible future me, the inner übermensch.