Visiting those Lost

Traveling all over time gives one the ability to do what they want: study, revise, omit, etc. The only problem with the concept of travel is not being about to revise what we want to, only that doesn't necessarily pertain to us. Having that inability, it leaves me with no other option but to merely study certain parts of the past. I took the Time Sphere back to the late 1980s where I decided to visit home. It wasn't until I was outside my old subdivision that I realized the visit wouldn't make any sense. Turning around, I headed back into town to see what the town used to look like when I was young; however, I was faced with one massive problem: being Hispanic in a very rural region.

The visit to town was going fine up until a group of rowdy young men decided to show me a lesson. I ran. I ran as fast as I could and ended up in the town church. The building, for the most part, was empty. Trying to regain my breath, the priest and a parishioner came up to me and asked me what was wrong. Omitting the entire time-travel-thing, I told him about the men outside. The priest opened the door and the men started into the building threatening and taunting me. The father tried to show them logic and reason, but they wouldn't have it. It was then that the parishioner stood up to them, spouting off names and claiming he knew their parents. It was a strange display.

When the young men left, the parishioner and I attended to the priest. It wasn't until then that I realized who he was. I could have said anything to him. I could have told him of what to expect or what steps to take to postpone his inevitable end, but before I could think of anything to say he was on his way home with his son, a young me. It was then that I opened the time sphere and left. The past is too upsetting sometimes.

Just Remember: "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Back to the Past

Having failed to utterly destroy Taylor Swift and then getting locked in a club bathroom kind of wore on me. I needed to do something completely successful and amazing. I went back to the 1980s to the set of Back to the Future so I could steal the DeLorean from the set, but then it occurred to me, if I steal the main prop from that movie then the movie might not get made. Sad, I stayed a while to see the actors act. Then the director, Robert Zimeckis, came over to me and asked what I was doing on set. I could see from the glimmer in his eye that he wanted me in the film...at least until he had the police handcuff me and put me in their cruiser.

I couldn't escape with the time code as it was in my back pocket and couldn't easily read it. I ended up getting taken in for trespassing. The cops took everything from my pockets, including the time code. When they saw it they asked why I had a sheet of a bunch of numbers. I had them read the numbers on it for me. As the time code appeared, I grabbed my things and shoved an officer out of the way, jumping in and traveling several years into the future, ending up on the set of Back to the Future III. I got in the DeLorean and rode off into the time sphere. Apparently, the time sphere isn't car friendly so only me and half of the DeLorean made it back to the future.

Just Remember: I HAVE THE FLUX CAPACITOR, BITCHES!

Walternates and Fauxlivias

In an alternate dimension, everything could be different based off of slight changes, perhaps anything determined by coin flips ended up the other way. That sounds like an interesting chance...too interesting not to pass up. I have recently come in contact with a bit of code that will allow me to jump around time to any point I wish. There is a chance to right previous mistakes, undo the past, steal anything I ever wanted. Much like Superman, I can use this for good or evil. I don't think it matters which, but I will use it to go wherever I want.

The only thing left to decide is whether I bounce around all of time and existence or travel to different parts of my timeline.

Just Remember: When life hands you lemons, get in the damn time sphere you stupid idiot.