1/11/11
Machine
The machine finally worked! Simon was as astonished as anyone to discover that the fixes he had attempted over and over had finally worked and for the second time in history, man would be able to travel to the moon.
Fitting the gaskets had been no real trouble, or at least, less trouble than he had expected. The real issue, as he had hoped against hope it would not be, was the cavorite. Dark stuff, but powerful. Three different governments were after him now, but soon none of that would matter. He would be safely away and where he was going, no one could follow.
It wasn’t that cavorite was even that rare – Her Majesty and the colonials both had air forces powered by the strange matter; it was that it was so dangerous to handle. Once unleashed it was almost impossible to restrain again. But he had found awe-inspiring new uses for it, and as most inventions are, a new way to control it, was devised out of necessity – no, desperation.
Until now, no one had ever used it for anything except its incredible lift capabilities. After all, dear God! – the stuff was immune to gravity! But everyone assumed that was the extent of its powers. No one dreamed… well, he had. And those dreams were about to come to their fruition. If he had read the machine correctly. If he had constructed it flawlessly. If a million other little things hadn’t gone wrong.
But he knew this time he would succeed – he was an engineer, after all, and knew when a machine was properly constructed. Twelve years in planning and another two to actually build it had given him plenty of time to factor in the details. Now all that was left was to enter the machine and throw the final switch. He had spent the last few hours checking and double-checking, and now, finally, it was time. Making sure his vacuum-sealed helmet was firmly in place, he opened the door to the machine and a Tyrannosaurus Rex stared back at him… oh dear Gods! He had traveled back in time!
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