Author: Dart Humeston

“The last time I felt like this, I woke up in the year 1981.” I explained to the attractive woman after I appeared out of thin air in her kitchen.

“I sensed static electricity in my body and materialized in a video game arcade in Miami,” I continued, as she stood with her arms crossed. “I managed to survive until Temporal Traffic Control was able to downstream a software patch to fix the glitch.”

This time the glitch sent me to 2025, and to this woman’s apartment! She was a young woman with long blonde hair, smooth tanned legs and astoundingly deep blue eyes. She wore a white cotton robe.

“You are a time traveler?” She asked.

I was leaning against the refrigerator, still a tad dizzy.

“I understand that sounds impossible.”

“Somewhat.”

I tilted my head; my eyes squinted. “Somewhat?”

She took a step closer.

“You must be from 2200 or earlier?”

“What?” Why would she be asking such a question?

“That’s when Temporal Traffic Control was decommissioned, and the Transcendental Dimensional Command assumed control of all time travel,” she stated. “They immediately banned TTC travelers from this entire century. You idiots had messed up the timeline enough!”

“What? What are you talking about? How do you…”

“Shut up, John.” She said with a seductive smile.

“You know my name? What the hell?”

“Your younger self is so damn cute!” She said, staring at me.

“I’m confused.” I said, taking a step back from her..

“I am with TDC,” she said. “We married in 2210.”

I was speechless.

The robe fell off her perfect body. My eyes took in her stunning beauty as a huge smile spread across my face.

Then I sensed the static electricity again, the patch hit and I started to dematerialize.

“Shit!” I shouted.