Time Traveller
You type in the relevant information, conscious of someone perhaps discovering you before you've left. Thankfully, no-one does, and there is a lurch as the machine slips forward through time, bypassing the probability matrix and permeating the very conduit of space-time.
It is with a surprisingly gentle landing that you arrive back in the Test Chamber, but you nonetheless allow yourself a few moments to catch your breath.
When you step out of the machine, the overseer is glaring at you. He bears a mustache that you don't remember him having, and looks about ready to explode. Suddenly, and with a sinking feeling, you recall his second name.
Disbelief strikes you with the same velocity as the Overseer's fist, and you feel your nose shatter as you stumble back against the machine.
"That," Dr. Gripes growls, "Is for my great, great, great, grandfather."
It is with a surprisingly gentle landing that you arrive back in the Test Chamber, but you nonetheless allow yourself a few moments to catch your breath.
When you step out of the machine, the overseer is glaring at you. He bears a mustache that you don't remember him having, and looks about ready to explode. Suddenly, and with a sinking feeling, you recall his second name.
Disbelief strikes you with the same velocity as the Overseer's fist, and you feel your nose shatter as you stumble back against the machine.
"That," Dr. Gripes growls, "Is for my great, great, great, grandfather."
