Kansas
City Time
"Look
here." His stubby finger poked the map on her knee. "This
is old KC. There's the shuttlecock. One of these buildings must be
the Nelson."
She
blew stray hairs out of her face and gazed doubtfully at the
crumbling ruins. "We have a problem Bil. KC wasn't wrecked
till the teens. In the city we're looking for, the Nelson hadn't
even been built. Your numbers were wrong." At this rate,
they'd blow through their grant money and find nothing worth a
dissertation. No degree, no tenure.
"Well,
let's try again," Natale said. "Use my coordinates. Your
numbers seem to be off by at least a century." Bil keyed in
their destination and pushed "go." Everything outside
dissolved into a sparkling mist.
-----
Something
was vibrating her rhythmically, like a giant heartbeat. "Ohhh."
Natale hurt all over, especially the small of her back, where Bil's
head had apparently ended up. They had not landed well. She sat up
and looked outside. A low marsh fronted a quiet sea. "Crap!
I'll never get my Ph.D. now."
"We
have more things to worry about. For instance, lunch."
"Your
lunch?! We're sinking into Jurassic mud!"
"Cretaceous.
I'm not worried about eating
lunch." The time machine was shaking harder now and a huge
carnosaur, all teeth from this perspective, was bearing down on them
at a dead run. Bil scrambled to the controls, punched go. Outside,
the monster dissolved in mist.
-----
"What
coordinates?" Natale asked. "We've been heading the wrong
way -- deeper into the past."
"I
didn't have time to set any. We were about to be eaten."
"Sh*t,
Bil!" She opened her mouth, closed it. Only thing to do now
was wait—would they reenter spacetime at all? With no endpoint
set, their battered vessel hurtled back to time's beginning. When
next the mist cleared they appeared to be floating in space, with one
brilliant "star" so close it showed a disk. Nothing else
could be seen. Air whistled out through cracks the time machine had
picked up on its journey.
"Where
are we?" Natale asked fearfully. "Where is the Earth?"
Bill
was trembling. "If my guess is right, it's right there."
He nodded at the "star." "We need to get out of
here." He started entering the coordinates for their initial
point of departure. Before he finished, the "star"
underwent a sudden transition.
Bang.
Publ. Daily Cabal, 2008
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