A longer update for the the new year and also because school is starting and my video project is taking up some time.
Chapter 2 part 5
Several months passed since that day. They had thankfully not heard anything from the angry Italians and the restaurant was actually picking up in business due to tourist season. Tesla and Mark had to settle affairs in their lives. Mark had to visit his family and take care of writing and speaking engagements, while Tesla had to work on experiments and patents. Luck brought them together when they conveniently were in the same city and they had little adventures. Now, however is what they have been setting away time for. Mark was having Tesla explain everything in his lab, since he missed some before and there were new additions since his last visit. “So what is this Tesla?” Mark indicated a large machine about 8 feet long by 6 feet wide in the middle sat a chair. “Oh that, I almost forgot about it. That is a time machine. Now this machine makes people always tell the truth but only in riddles, I still need to work that part out.” Back up Tesla. This is a TIME MACHINE?! As in travel back in TIME!” “Forwards and backwards actually ”forw and ba…..TESLA why are we using this to change things? We could stop crime before it even happened! We could save…anyone.” It was clear whom Twain was talking about. Before he was famous for his writings, Sam Clemens was just a young kid working on a steamboat. Sam had traveled all around to try and figure out what it is he wanted out of life. Typography seemed to attach to him but something didn’t feel right. On a trip back to Mississippi he noted that a steamboat captain carried a position of honor and authority. Not only that it also brought with it a hefty salary, at least $250 a month, a significant amount of money in that time. So Sam approached steamboating like he did everything else, head on. He studied the ins and out of the Mississippi river more than two years before finally being granted his license. A downside of traveling up and down a river to learn about is that it can be monotonous. Sam begged his brother Henry Clemens to come along with him. Unfortunately the trip along the Mississippi river was the last trip the two of them ever took. The steamboat that Sam and Henry were on violently exploded killing Henry in the process. He died just a month short of his twentieth birthday. Sam said he predicted Henry’s death and took an interest in Parapsychology and even joined a psychic organization. Sam did everything he could to seek closure on Henry’s death but nothing worked. Sam worked as a steamboat pilot for 2 years until the civil war broke out. Sam was out of a job and traveled the country. Before long he started his writing career and Sam Clemens became more well known as Mark Twain. No matter what Twain did or where he went he still carried the death of his brother with him. Here before Mark was a chance to not only see his brother but save him as well. Tesla could see the concern in his friend’s eyes. Twain confided in Tesla the story of his brother’s passing the very first time they met. “Sam I know what you are thinking but changing anything in the past in inherently risky. What if you saving your brother would somehow prevent me from building the machine? You would have never been able to use the machine to save him. That could create a time paradox and undo existence, as we know it.” Mark lunged at Tesla and grabbed his suit shaking him “Tesla we have to, there is time now. I have to sa…” Mark let go of Tesla and sat down on the ground. “Why do you even have a time machine if you don’t use it?” asked Twain. Tesla sat down on the ground near his friend “oh it gets used, every now and again I’ll go back in time and take a week off. I have to avoid myself, but other than that it’s very relaxing.” “Tesla you are a strange man, and a good friend.(they both stand up) That’s why I’m sorry for doing this” Mark pushes Tesla aside and jumps on the machine pressing every button he can hoping to activate it and finally he does. The machine hums into life and lights go off on it from every angle. “Sam no!” Tesla jumps on the machine hoping to knock his friend off, but it’s too late. Swirls of light surrounded the machine and over the heads of Twain and Tesla. White light began to fill the room, eventually the details of the room faded into nothingness. Tesla and Twain could feel the subtle movements of the machine but they sat in purgatory of nothingness. “Ok Tesla, since you are here, how do I set this god damn thing?” “That’s why I tried to stop you, Sam. You can only set the time destination before starting the machine. If you don’t set a time then the machine defaults back to the last time you visited.” “So then when was the last time you used this contraption?” “I used it about six months ago Samuel” “Well then no big deal, we will go back six months and one week ago then you help me set it and we go back with enough time to stop Henry.” “You are under a strange assumption I would even help you use this for your own needs. Even if I was willing to do that, I’m not, it is more complicated than that. Last time I used this I went back further than one week.” “How much further Tesla?” The white light started to diminish “You’ll see” said Tesla. The white light disappeared completely and the two of them were back in the lab, only around them time was moving in reverse. Around them they saw experiments being unperformed and even Tesla having an unbirthday. They saw the building around them get unbuilt brick by brick and saw the surrounding buildings slowly whither away into piles of bricks and eventually the bricks disappeared. Surrounding them was an empty town with roads the roads slowly unpaved themselves revealing more brick. The brick roads disappeared leaving their surroundings as nothing more than a dirt road leading in all directions. It stayed that way for a good while, the sun moving backwards across the sky. Eventually grass grew back threw the road and trees sprung back up around them. Time passed slower and slower in reverse. Eventually going to a crawl before stopping entirely. The bustling city around them had turned into a lush forest with strange unfamiliar sounds all around them. Twain looked all around himself. He stabled himself on the time machine and then a few seconds later he ran to a close bush and vomited. After a good 20 minutes Twain finally came back to the time machine. “Sorry about that Sam I forgot to warn you, the first couple travels can cause some serious nausea. Mark grimaced at his friend, “Where the hell are we?” “The proper question would actually be ‘When the hell are we’ and to answer that question, we are in prehistoric times” said Tesla. “HOW CAN YOU BE SO FUCKING ALOOF ABOUT THIS?” screamed Mark. “Sam freaking out will not help us now, it helps to keep a level head.” “Here is a question for you Tesla. Remember when you said ‘I only go back a week every now and again’? What the hell happened to that? Even in my infancy I could pretty easily put together that one week is less time than MOTHER FUCKING PREHISTORIC TIMES YOU FUCKING LUNATIC!”
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