Mr Orange
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This is, or will be, a short story. The below is the first 550 words of what will be about 2000-3000 (I think).
It hasn't been polished so no doubt there will be some grammatical errors, but I'm mainly wondering about the voice and how it reads as a whole.
"Impossible" is a working title.
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Right, ironically we don’t have much time, so listen up. Take the big coils and set them down over there. I’ll tell you what to do with them later. You’ll need those boots on. A bit big for you, I know, but the soles are solid temporal ceramic and, believe me, you’re going to want to be insulated from the ground.
So, there are three things you need to know about travelling.
Firstly, it exists. I know you still don’t believe me but you will once we get you suited up and flip the switch. This all works, and right now there are 37, no, 36 people that can do it. Of course, right now isn't quite the correct term.
Pass me the pack over there. No not that one, the one that looks a bit like a diving tank. With the adjustment in the straps it should fit. You’ll need the tesla suit on first though. The cells in the pack take 2 hours to charge, so you’re wherever and whenever you end up for at least that long. Remember that.
The pack is where the magic happens. Whatever’s inside it is what lets us travel. It’ll get warm, but if it ever gets too hot to touch, then, well, it’s had it. You’ll get one more trip out of it, so head home, hang it up and forget about it. No matter what you do, do not try to open it. They cannot be fixed. That 37th guy, Polish, good with his hands; well he tried to fix his, get a few more trips out of it… God only knows when he is now.
Second thing about travelling is, there are some things you can’t change. Don’t get me wrong, you can have a lot of fun and mess around with a lot of people, but there are some things it’s just impossible to screw with. Some people call it cosmic destiny, some timeline solidity, most just accept it for what it is; the universe maintains certain timelines no matter what.
Okay so see that wristwatch, looks a bit like a skydiver’s altimeter with three dials? That plugs into the pack like so, don’t worry about the humming, that’s normal. This dial is your temporal site dial. The other two are physical site dials.
What? Yeah, it’s latitude and longitude – you’ll need to study up on that if you don’t want to spend the Beatles first concert in a Scottish fisherman’s hut. And believe me, you don’t.
No, there’s no dial for returning, you just hit the green button. Which brings me to the third important point; you always go back. You have to go back. You might traipse around time for years but eventually you’ll end up back in your own timeline, at the right time and place, exactly where the universe wants you. So you can spend a couple of years in post-revolution France enjoying the liberté, free wine and even freer mademoiselles… I can recommend that actually… But when you travel again, you will have to go back to your own timeline first, to two years after you left, with everyone wondering where the hell you’ve been and why you now sound comically French. Long story short, it’s much easier to take short trips that won’t be noticed.
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It hasn't been polished so no doubt there will be some grammatical errors, but I'm mainly wondering about the voice and how it reads as a whole.
"Impossible" is a working title.
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Right, ironically we don’t have much time, so listen up. Take the big coils and set them down over there. I’ll tell you what to do with them later. You’ll need those boots on. A bit big for you, I know, but the soles are solid temporal ceramic and, believe me, you’re going to want to be insulated from the ground.
So, there are three things you need to know about travelling.
Firstly, it exists. I know you still don’t believe me but you will once we get you suited up and flip the switch. This all works, and right now there are 37, no, 36 people that can do it. Of course, right now isn't quite the correct term.
Pass me the pack over there. No not that one, the one that looks a bit like a diving tank. With the adjustment in the straps it should fit. You’ll need the tesla suit on first though. The cells in the pack take 2 hours to charge, so you’re wherever and whenever you end up for at least that long. Remember that.
The pack is where the magic happens. Whatever’s inside it is what lets us travel. It’ll get warm, but if it ever gets too hot to touch, then, well, it’s had it. You’ll get one more trip out of it, so head home, hang it up and forget about it. No matter what you do, do not try to open it. They cannot be fixed. That 37th guy, Polish, good with his hands; well he tried to fix his, get a few more trips out of it… God only knows when he is now.
Second thing about travelling is, there are some things you can’t change. Don’t get me wrong, you can have a lot of fun and mess around with a lot of people, but there are some things it’s just impossible to screw with. Some people call it cosmic destiny, some timeline solidity, most just accept it for what it is; the universe maintains certain timelines no matter what.
Okay so see that wristwatch, looks a bit like a skydiver’s altimeter with three dials? That plugs into the pack like so, don’t worry about the humming, that’s normal. This dial is your temporal site dial. The other two are physical site dials.
What? Yeah, it’s latitude and longitude – you’ll need to study up on that if you don’t want to spend the Beatles first concert in a Scottish fisherman’s hut. And believe me, you don’t.
No, there’s no dial for returning, you just hit the green button. Which brings me to the third important point; you always go back. You have to go back. You might traipse around time for years but eventually you’ll end up back in your own timeline, at the right time and place, exactly where the universe wants you. So you can spend a couple of years in post-revolution France enjoying the liberté, free wine and even freer mademoiselles… I can recommend that actually… But when you travel again, you will have to go back to your own timeline first, to two years after you left, with everyone wondering where the hell you’ve been and why you now sound comically French. Long story short, it’s much easier to take short trips that won’t be noticed.
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