Time Traveller
You make your way back to the time machine, which is thankfully where you left it. Clambering inside, you adjust the details to set it for the present, your fingers flying over the keyboard and flipping the necessary switches.
Satisfied, you activate the machine and feel your stomach do acrobatics. You feel nauseous as the machine whirls through timezones and narrowly bypasses the impossibility complex. Presently, you feel a thump as the machine comes to a halt and you carefully slide open the door and peer out.
You catch your breath and feel your pulse begin to race. This was not what you were expecting. Outside the machine is a humid, dense expanse of jungle. Giant fronds of plants press up against the machine, and the ground is invisible underneath a thick layer of humus. All around, gigantic trees are shouldering each other for light.
Amazed, you step outside the machine. The air is filled with unearthly sounds, high-pitched croacks and screeches. Occasionally, you think you hear snatches of people yelling and gunfire.
This is not the present you remember. Or is it? Something seems familiar about it now. Of course! The world's been covered in this enormous rainforest since before you were born, with roving bands of humans hunting to survive. What a ridiculous thing to forget!
What about the time machine? You whirl around, but there is nothing there except the flourishing undergrowth. What's a time machine? And why are you wearing such strange clothing? Bright white? The predators will see that from miles away!
You quickly take off the strange cloak and dump it in the bushes. Taking a furtive glance around yourself, you see no-one, and head off into the trees. There's a village not far from here, if you rememeber correctly. Perhaps you can find a hunting party to join and ensure that you eat well for the next few months!
As you run quickly through the jungle, moving with practiced ease, a strange thought comes to you. A large, rectangular building with windows that you can see through, but with some kind of barriers in them. Frowning, you push the thought aside. This is no time to be daydreaming.
You head on into the rainforest, careful to watch for sudden attacks. You feel comfortable here. This is what you know, and what you were brought up with.
This is home.
Satisfied, you activate the machine and feel your stomach do acrobatics. You feel nauseous as the machine whirls through timezones and narrowly bypasses the impossibility complex. Presently, you feel a thump as the machine comes to a halt and you carefully slide open the door and peer out.
You catch your breath and feel your pulse begin to race. This was not what you were expecting. Outside the machine is a humid, dense expanse of jungle. Giant fronds of plants press up against the machine, and the ground is invisible underneath a thick layer of humus. All around, gigantic trees are shouldering each other for light.
Amazed, you step outside the machine. The air is filled with unearthly sounds, high-pitched croacks and screeches. Occasionally, you think you hear snatches of people yelling and gunfire.
This is not the present you remember. Or is it? Something seems familiar about it now. Of course! The world's been covered in this enormous rainforest since before you were born, with roving bands of humans hunting to survive. What a ridiculous thing to forget!
What about the time machine? You whirl around, but there is nothing there except the flourishing undergrowth. What's a time machine? And why are you wearing such strange clothing? Bright white? The predators will see that from miles away!
You quickly take off the strange cloak and dump it in the bushes. Taking a furtive glance around yourself, you see no-one, and head off into the trees. There's a village not far from here, if you rememeber correctly. Perhaps you can find a hunting party to join and ensure that you eat well for the next few months!
As you run quickly through the jungle, moving with practiced ease, a strange thought comes to you. A large, rectangular building with windows that you can see through, but with some kind of barriers in them. Frowning, you push the thought aside. This is no time to be daydreaming.
You head on into the rainforest, careful to watch for sudden attacks. You feel comfortable here. This is what you know, and what you were brought up with.
This is home.
