Author : Russell Bert Waters
My name is Alex.
Today is Saturday, September 24, 2016.
Itโs a bit overcast outside.
Thereโs a nice breeze.
The trees are beginning to drop their leaves, and Autumn is right around the corner.
I hope this letter finds you well.
There are some things I feel I must tell you about; even warn you about.
A year ago, I invented a device to make events in time travel to me.
You read that right.
Not a device for me to travel in time, but quite the opposite.
Everyone whoโs been working on this, to right wrongs, to make themselves wealthy, whatever their motivation, has been looking at it backwards.
I canโt go deeper into the technicalities.
I donโt have much time, I fear.
There are notebooks full of my findings, some of which are filled with information I eventually deemed irrelevant.
Yesterday, I killed a man using a discarded chunk of concrete at a construction site for a new Walmart.
Iโm in hiding now, of course, as itโs very hard to do anything unseen these days.
Any time of the day or night, there are always people around.
The man I killed somehow had some of my notebooks.
They were not the irrelevant ones, unfortunately.
Iโm not sure how long he had them.
Hopefully he didnโt show them to anyone, or make copies, but considering recent events, I feel thatโs unlikely.
Someoneโs coming, I need to stop writing now, Iโll tell you the whole story when I can come back here.
If I can come back here.
My name is Alex.
It is Saturday, September 24, 2016.
Itโs about ten degrees below zero, actual temperature, and the howling wind outside makes it feel like itโs closer to twenty below.
About a year ago, the United States governmentโs researchers developed a device to bring various events in time to the user of the machine.
Evidently making matter, such as a human being, travel through time, is far less easy to achieve than it is to bring points in the timeline to the human in question.
The reason Iโm writing this journal entry of sorts is because Iโm scared.
Iโm being hunted by serious men who seem to have unlimited resources.
Iโm having strange dreams that I donโt understand.
I just want this all to end; I just want to be safe again.
Yesterday, I had to kill one of these men, at a construction site for one of the government-run mega stores.
Iโm hiding in an abandoned out-building on some farm property outside of town.
Iโm thankful to have found a bin containing one of the workerโs dirty coveralls.
Thermal-lined for extreme weather, super lightweight, and somehow it doesnโt make me sweat or feel hot.
Iโm actually comfortable right now.
Iโm not sure why Iโm being hunted, but thatโs the only word I can come up with for whatโs been happening.
I know itโs only a matter of time before they get to me, and I need to tell you some things.
I need to warn you about some things.
Iโm hearing some noises outside, I need to hide, Iโll write more later if Iโm able to.
My name is Alex.
Today is Saturday, September 24, 2016.
The rain has slowed down some, but even when itโs raining it still feels tropical; the humidity doesnโt lessen one little bit.
Itโs about 97 degrees right now.
Feels more like 115 in my opinion.
Last year, the Emperorโs valued research team developed a time travel machine.
Iโm writing this letter because Iโm scared.
Very, very, scared.
Thanks everyone for reading and for your comments ๐
Messing with time is scary! Great twist on time travel – really enjoyed it.
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Superb volte-face on a classic concept.
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Superb original ideas… I very much enjoyed the glimpses into these realities…
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Great story.
I’d really like to read a story that brings time to the person.
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Interesting about-face for time travel!
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