The door just appeared. There was no shimmer, no sparkles, and no distortion of the air or surface where it appeared. One second it wasn’t there and the next it was.
This wasn’t the first time a door had appeared like that. It happened several times before but I’d lost count. Continue reading “The Door”
Reginald was 57 years old. In his business that was way past retirement age. After decades in the business he knew he’d have to start training a replacement soon. For now, he still looked forward to heading out into the night despite the creaking of his joints and the tightness throughout his body from scar tissue.
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The problem with time travel isn’t that it’s impossible (like some people think) or that it takes massive amounts of power to generate the quantum flux necessary to alter the space-time continuum (it doesn’t) but that you need to choose a jump site very carefully.
You don’t want to end up jumping into a tree or into the path of an oncoming hover-sled in the future. It’s bad enough having your molecules rearranged and slammed back together but ending up in the wrong place at the wrong time (if you’ll excuse the pun) will end you.
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