2000 years from
Now… “International News Live, Sara Christo reporting 20 feet beneath Washington
D.C.” An enthusiast journalist began as she broadcast an end of a nation. She
steadied her microphone as the helicopter balanced it's course from the
turbulence brought by the fire growing underneath. Her eyes screamed in horror
as thousands upon millions of echoes vanished in the inferno. The world listened
as they watched a nation burn to ashes. “An atomic bomb exploded in the
capital, sending a blaze of nuclear destruction across the United States
consuming the entire North and South American continent; incinerating the two
nations into smithereens.”
“Millions are known to be dead,” She continued as the camera lens zoomed into the
fire. Footage of the unprecedented catastrophe incinerating in the flames of
the atomic destruction sent horror to the viewers at home. Today’s news turned
grim. “The UN has issued a national state of emergency and has sent the
National Guard along with the embassy’s military for aid. No known attacker has
been identified but sources say terrorist may be involved.”
Now… “But does it work?” Asked the stubby little scientist, examining what has
been presented before him. He secretly judged and took mental notes as he
analyzed the remarkable invention. A helmet, of all things, sat on the table
before three astonishing men whom stood hovering. One anxiously anticipating
the others reply. Before them, a network of thin metallic rods intertwining with
each other spread across the table, spilling onto the floor leading a trail to
a massive computer. Patches of long thin wires were hooked onto the helmet
connecting it to the computer that recorded its data.
“What if by focusing on a distant memory and meditate on it, your subconscious
mind could take you to that place? You're subconscious now would travel to your
subconscious then, you're already there only you're here traveling to there. It
may not work but it’s a step in the right direction,” the inventor began, “You
see, by connecting the cerebral main brain to the computer’s core system, my
assistant and I are able to run the numbers and in theory travel through time.”
He paused as he noticed the scientist seemed more interested in his device than
in his theory. “We haven’t run the procedure full course so we’ve yet to see
any results. Everything is still in theory, as it stands. You see, we aren’t a
hundred percent sure what the outcome may be. My concern lies in deciphering
whether I’ll end up stuck between two walls or buried in rubble? The
possibilities are infinite if you think about it.”
“What do you think of me, a fool?” Spat the scientist. “Time travel is and will
forever remain a theory. Power such as that must never fall in the hands of
simple minded men. Power, Mr. Wonders, is man’s greatest weakness. Take the
government for example, they deceive the people, the very foundation to their
power, and turn average citizens into starving criminals. Then they justify
their crimes with good intentions. They flawed their system then complain why
everyone else continuously try to do the same.” He paused, “I take my work real
serious and I'd advise you not to waste my time or yours any longer with such
childish nonsense.”
“No, no, please, you must understand,” begged the inventor, Mr. Wonders; the
man who solved times tricky riddle. “If you could just separate politics and
science for one second. The facts are staring you right in the face, look,” he
showed the scientist his data once again, stating his claims and validating his
theories. A set of series of infinite letters and numbers generating an
advanced intricate vocabulary scribbled throughout the paper, solving a
calculated time jump. A multitude of information overload bunched into little
sections scattered across the paper puzzled yet fascinated the doubtful science
man.
“What kind of illusion material have you produce,” he finally asked,
further analyzing the paper he held. “My God, have you been wasting your time
on this? Mr. Wonders, if you ever wish to advance in the field of science
machinery, you must develop a far more useful device than this mere sheet of
cleverly formulated illusionist paper; of all preposterous silly little things.” He then took the focus back to the helmet that sat on
the table before them, a far more suited construction worth his time; he
thought. “This cerebral contraption, what exactly does it do?”
“It’s my ship.”
“Don’t toy with me Mr. Wonders for my patience is running extremely thin.”
“Let me explain,” The inventor began, “By strategically inserting these wires
into certain spots of the cerebral main brain, I will be able to be transported
into the future or the past determining on the calculations my assistant
submits to the computer.” The scientist seemed lost. “I can see you’re not
following, because of this,” he gestured to the helmet then the computer, “I
may be able to visit a time I no longer exist. Like I’ve said before, the
answer is there only you have debunked it as an illusion.” The scientist
noticed he still held the paper, a peculiar little thing riddled in words
produced by numbers, letters and all sorts of hieroglyphics.
“The computer is the captain and the helmet is the ship.” He finished. “Now,
with my assistant’s help, I’ve come to find the right formula that will take me
as far as 2000 years into the future. It’s a stretch but it’s a start.” He
stopped to think of what he was about to propose, “If this works, I may be able
to walk with our descendants and experience the impossible like never before; go
where no man has ever gone. I must say, though,
I am a little nervous for I am most aware and will try to prevent a paradox
effect. Such a creation can alter time and space completely, I know.”
“You’re a mad man for believing you can change history,” protested the
scientist.
“What do you care, you’ve convinced me you don’t believe.” He replied.
“So then what,
you expect me to stand by and let you alter the fabric of space, time and all
reality?” He paused for an answer, but received nothing in return. The
scientist aimed for the helmet but was too slow. Both the assistant and the
inventor grabbed then dragged the scientist out of their laboratory. “You can’t
do this.” He protested, desperately trying to free himself of their grip.
“You’re making a mistake,” he continued, “You’ll be affecting the whole of
reality. Come to your senses, both of you!”
“It’s the price I’ll have to pay.” The doors closed with the frantic scientist
trying desperately to stop him from altering history itself. Mr. Wonders
prepared himself for the ride. The cold cerebral headpiece pierced his
scalp as the thin needles dug into his brain. His assistant stood by the
towering computer inserting the formulas, equations, and series of symbols. The
machine began to run with the press of a button. The assistant turned as he
watched the inventor rattle veraciously, a many side effects of jumping through
time.
He was gone in a blink of an eye, flying through time and space as his body
stretched from miles end until his atoms tore into thin microscopic pieces. His
bones scattered in the changing matter, his organs froze and his mind felt the
pressures of traveling faster than the speed of light. Straight through
realities worm hole then down its dark corridors of the unknown he disappeared.
His head throbbed at every turn. Hoping he would soon reach his destination, a
distant light appeared in the mist of the worm holes vastness. Images appeared
in hazy particles stacking on top of each other until they formed moving
stationary objects.
Unbeknownst to the traveler and his assistant, they had missed one key element
in successfully traveling through time. What they failed to calculate in their
experiments was jumping through different dimensions in time causes a nuclear
atomic reaction. Traveling at such extreme velocity creates a tear in the
fabric of space, releasing an abundant amount of energy at impact. Mr. Wonders
would fail to see his plan come into fruition. Once he arrived 2000 years into
the future, he created a miscalculated apocalypse ending a nation in his
tracks.
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