The Timetraveller
My story about a 21st century time travel scientist who travels to the 30th century, and doesn't like how much life has changed, told in an alternating first person POV between the scientist and his time machine. Ties in somewhat with my other interests. The Timetraveller is a working name.
Tuesday 24 April 2012
Update
Sorry for this long period of inactivity, but I've been suffering a writer's block. I might have to end this story.
Thursday 9 February 2012
CHAPTER 3: He deserves it.
For once I do agree. But on who deserves it, I may
differ.
Sigh! How crazy can
he get! He goes far into the future, of his own choice, and he wants to change
it just because it doesn’t conform with current ideals, ideals that are in fact
on the way out. He’s intruding into the future, enforcing our own concepts on
them, them who have had nearly a millennium to learn how to improve on our
world.
So he did go the
Mayor’s office tower on Monday, and he grumbled. And grumbled. And grumbled.
About traffic, about lane sizes, road tolls, pedestians, buses, bikes, trucks,
speed limits, intersections, parking, ticket machines, shading, only to mention
a few. Yet he was staying in an apartment practically above a National Bus,
Tram and Subway (NBTS) train station on a line going straight to the Mayor’s
office. And did I mention the complimentary BuzzRider provided by NBTS to
buyers of their apartments. He could’ve just caught the 2-minutely fast and
immaculate subway. I digress.
*
Don’t listen to
him. You’d think with all those years they would’ve built more roads, more
lanes, higher speed limits, overpasses, no traffic lights, more parking, you
get the gist. But instead I’m stuck behind a hippie cyclist who wants to use
the middle of the sole east-bound car lane. I thought they could’ve given
everyone cars by now. And I’m certainly not going down to that grimy subway and
mixing with the masses, thank you very much.
So I shelled out
the $1.20 for an hour and a half’s parking, and I headed into the city
government office. I looked at the marble flooring. Taxpayers money down the
drain. I took a lift and went to the Mayor’s office on the 67th
floor, the top of the building. But I endured and knocked on the door. Loudly.
*
Let’s just say they
had an incident. Hade presented his suburban vision for New Buzz, the mayor
defended the city and saw the flaws in Hade’s plane. Hade called the Mayor,
ummm, names, and long story short, he was forced out of the city and bought a
house just outside the city, in semi-rural surroundings. He loved it. I stayed
in the apartment
However, Hade did
not give up. He set up a website, attracted two international tourists to his
cause, and they pooled their financial resources (most of which was from the
tourists) to open a storefront in the outskirts of the city, because ‘the
buildings were more bearable’. They installed a plethora of security cameras,
since the buildings were only shorter because it was a bad part of the city, which
I heard was very reluctant to be amalgamated into city government. He’s crazy
but he deserves an E for effort.
Sunday 1 January 2012
CHAPTER 2: He Started Plotting
Of course money’s the root of evil, you profit driven
machi.. oh wait...
I was obviously unconscious, but my nice little time machine
just told me that I fell, unconscious, onto a ledge. Well, anyone who isn’t a
robot would do that if they saw how horrible we would become. Why couldn’t we
keep our comfortable and peaceful suburban homes, with backyards and space and
parks, and by that I mean proper local parks, not the ones you share with
another million people living within walking distance of it. I know why,
actually. This city is nothing but a profit machine for the mayor and his
cronies, whoever that is.
*
Now he’s just spouting rubbish from his mouth. Who wants
boring suburbs when you’ve got exciting cities like this, with diversity,
culture and events, and nice large green parks while we’re talking about
‘peace’. And the mayor in this town is a very friendly man, goes by the name of
Michael Phillips. They even share surnames, what a coincidence.
*
I knew what to do. I’d be talking to this mayor-CEO. I found
out he did video chat with his ‘subjects’ on Saturdays, and it was 11:30 Friday
night, so I waited, drew up protest posters, drafted new zoning laws, anything
to pass the time. He was available straight away.
Mayor- Hello, sir. What would ...
Hade- I’m a visitor to New Buzz and I, uh...
Mayor- Welcome to our great city, what’s your name?
Hade- Hade, a very ...
Mayor- Did you like our parks? Culture? Shopping?
Hade- Not at all! Your city is a crowded miserable slum!
Mayor- I’m sorry for your bad experiences, would you like to
know about some of our official tourist attractions?
Hade- No! I want you to stop your corrupt tyrannical rule
and give back to the people. I’m sure they’d like a few large houses, and SUVs
while we’re at it, and ohhh...
Mayor- We deeply apologise and I’m sure we could rectify
your issues if you came to my office on Monday.
Hade- No! I want it now!
Mayor- I’m sorry, but I’ve got other callers, hope your
visit will improve, and remember, our offices...
Hade- No, you ***...
The mayor hung up. I was infuriated. I’d be going there
first thing Monday morning and saying it to him face to face, he deserves it
that ****.
Friday 16 December 2011
CHAPTER 1: First impressions
The roots of evil (are not money)
I was giddy to try out my new time machine, and for good
reason – I was working on it since I was 9 back in 1997, just day-dreaming
about time-machines, when my mind clicked, and I knew what I had to do. The
process of making the time machine became much more complicated than I had
thought, but I eventually finished.
I was then thinking of when I wanted to go (yes, when, not
where). I knew you were only meant to go a few seconds ahead the first time,
but after all my hard work I just couldn’t resist it, I felt I deserved it. So
I plugged 8th September 2933 into the time machine and away I went.
*
Sorry for rudely interrupting Hade’s action-packed narrative
but as the time machine I think I have a right to, and I think he’s making a
very big mistake. Even though he made me, a time machine, by some considered a
staple of futuristic worlds, the truth is Hade Phillips isn’t a very futuristic
man. For starters he made me from salvaged scrap metal. Who’d use scrap metal
when we all know the and future is in carbon nanotubes. Then he used a
combination of a black and white command-line-style OS and some dials, when
you’ve got an abundance of touch screen and voice control powered interfaces.
Back to the point. As a good time machine would, I took him
to his destination. I landed on a mountain observation point and the view was a
billion dollars. And that’s in 2013 money, let alone 2933 money. The mountain
was covered in lush green grass, shrubs and bushes, but at the bottom of the
mountain was a large metropolis with sky-high towers that nearly eclipsed our
height. Lots of happy residents, I’d bet. The other sides of the mountain were
covered in dense forest, to ensure keep
nature happy too.
*
My time machine took me to a mountain observation point
which was covered in plants. Ugh, I hate nature. And then I looked ahead and I
nearly had a cardiac arrest. I saw a city full of towers. Who’d want to live in
those crowded slums, with no space to move a nanometer. And I looked around for
a nice suburban respite but no, even more nature. It was a dense, dark forest
that even in broad daylight sent chills up my spine. I couldn’t take it any more.
I fainted.
*
He fell onto a ledge and I tried to get the attention of the
locals. They were very helpful in getting him back to the observation point. 21st
century humans could learn a thing or two from them. Anyway, they took Dr
Phillips to a large hospital. Apparently these were only ‘secondary’ hospitals,
of which there were 144 around the city. Oh, and did I tell you that this
society counts in twelves, using a dozenal number system. Back to the point. He
was let out after two days, and he seemed better than normal. Once again, we
could learn a thing or two from them. Naturally, Hade wouldn’t accept that in
the future we’d have far superior healthcare, so he started plotting.
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