Cli-Fi
John J. Falco
This description came with my idea that with time travel all buildings would essentially be more confusing to get through than an airport is today and it evolved into the following scene:
Here, one of my main characters, Dorian Black is in what is essentially a densely populated Congressional Building.
Red floating notification popup boxes alerted him about the incoming, outgoing and present destinations of travelers and various long-form time machines. He saw the blue triangular shaped personal pods shooting into the building through large pipes that shot out by the corners of temporal hallways. People hurried past him and climbed into their own quite luxurious looking pods on the way to greener pastures. The destinations sounded more and more exotic as the notifications came through as he walked past.
Dorian also passed through the exciting interconnected passageways where vacationers who were leaving for their two-week vacations were going to experience a longer trip. He witnessed a family of time travelers with two grade school looking boys, who had gotten into a bit of bad luck when all their temporal papers and documentation blew away upon the arrival of their time machine.
Luckily a Temporal Agent in his bright blue uniform and cap, helped them out and warned them, “It’s very dangerous to go travelling to Colonial America without your papers. You will likely be burned at the stake or worse deemed a traitor to this country.” He said with a toothy grin as he handed them their papers back. With their papers neatly organized the family went on their way and got into the big canoe looking time machine that fit hundreds of people heading to the year 1776. It was one of the more popular destinations in America.
When Dorian finally spotted an empty seat, he suddenly froze. He couldn’t move and he knew what that meant. He had the misfortune of getting stuck in a security immobilizing field. The security check points randomly popped up to prevent suspicious characters from travelling through time until a Temporal Agent deemed whoever inside was safe, but Dorian wasn’t a frequent time traveler.
“What’s your business here?” A temporal agent barked at Dorian pointedly from behind.
Dorian responded with a look of innocence, “Honest I’m just here for a meeting today.” Even his eyeballs were stuck where they were as he couldn’t even see what the agent looked like. “No Time Travel for me today.”
The Temporal Agent took out his tablet and Dorian felt the grip around him begin to loosen. He could move again! Though his empty seat was now occupied by a guy who was dressed up in a 1970s disco outfit. It took everything Dorian had not to laugh at his afroed face. He spun around to see who had been accusing him, but the agent vanished and a loud continuous beeping noise distracted him.
Looking up he saw a big red band crawling across the roof. It was warning people about a potential ripple in the space-time continuum, and to avoid any timeline relating to someone called Leslie Striker. Apparently her grandfather had just been murdered and the authorities were looking into if it was going to leave any devastating effects to the original timeline. “The boys will have their handful with that one.” Dorian muttered to himself.
Though they were rare, the really big crimes ultimately cancelled each other out. In the past few months since the arrival of the pigs there was a sort of equilibrium where temporal crime was concerned. Basically the thrill of looting one’s successful grandkids’ fortune had vanished to make way for other more questionable thrills. Just because people can go the other way on the parkway, doesn’t mean they do.
Yet as Dorian knew, that didn’t mean there weren’t other opportunities to exploit, he couldn’t remember a crime this big in his tenure as a Department of Mistakes Officer.
Here, one of my main characters, Dorian Black is in what is essentially a densely populated Congressional Building.
Red floating notification popup boxes alerted him about the incoming, outgoing and present destinations of travelers and various long-form time machines. He saw the blue triangular shaped personal pods shooting into the building through large pipes that shot out by the corners of temporal hallways. People hurried past him and climbed into their own quite luxurious looking pods on the way to greener pastures. The destinations sounded more and more exotic as the notifications came through as he walked past.
Dorian also passed through the exciting interconnected passageways where vacationers who were leaving for their two-week vacations were going to experience a longer trip. He witnessed a family of time travelers with two grade school looking boys, who had gotten into a bit of bad luck when all their temporal papers and documentation blew away upon the arrival of their time machine.
Luckily a Temporal Agent in his bright blue uniform and cap, helped them out and warned them, “It’s very dangerous to go travelling to Colonial America without your papers. You will likely be burned at the stake or worse deemed a traitor to this country.” He said with a toothy grin as he handed them their papers back. With their papers neatly organized the family went on their way and got into the big canoe looking time machine that fit hundreds of people heading to the year 1776. It was one of the more popular destinations in America.
When Dorian finally spotted an empty seat, he suddenly froze. He couldn’t move and he knew what that meant. He had the misfortune of getting stuck in a security immobilizing field. The security check points randomly popped up to prevent suspicious characters from travelling through time until a Temporal Agent deemed whoever inside was safe, but Dorian wasn’t a frequent time traveler.
“What’s your business here?” A temporal agent barked at Dorian pointedly from behind.
Dorian responded with a look of innocence, “Honest I’m just here for a meeting today.” Even his eyeballs were stuck where they were as he couldn’t even see what the agent looked like. “No Time Travel for me today.”
The Temporal Agent took out his tablet and Dorian felt the grip around him begin to loosen. He could move again! Though his empty seat was now occupied by a guy who was dressed up in a 1970s disco outfit. It took everything Dorian had not to laugh at his afroed face. He spun around to see who had been accusing him, but the agent vanished and a loud continuous beeping noise distracted him.
Looking up he saw a big red band crawling across the roof. It was warning people about a potential ripple in the space-time continuum, and to avoid any timeline relating to someone called Leslie Striker. Apparently her grandfather had just been murdered and the authorities were looking into if it was going to leave any devastating effects to the original timeline. “The boys will have their handful with that one.” Dorian muttered to himself.
Though they were rare, the really big crimes ultimately cancelled each other out. In the past few months since the arrival of the pigs there was a sort of equilibrium where temporal crime was concerned. Basically the thrill of looting one’s successful grandkids’ fortune had vanished to make way for other more questionable thrills. Just because people can go the other way on the parkway, doesn’t mean they do.
Yet as Dorian knew, that didn’t mean there weren’t other opportunities to exploit, he couldn’t remember a crime this big in his tenure as a Department of Mistakes Officer.