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The Fires of Time: Stranded
....Jumping ahead....Christmas & New Years are either non-existent or on different days...called by different names also...
Chapter Three: 2014-01-10.1010
I'm going to celebrate my twentieth birthday here alone. I don't have any friends here yet. Women don't even talk to me. I tried several times with women that I was attracted to and women that I was attracted to and not a single one would speak to me. Not to mention they would give me a strange look like I was crazy. Not until later did I realize why. [Women don't have a voice box] It is illegal here for women to talk to men that they aren't [mates of] married to. Right, crazy. What happened here in this earth's history that caused that law. The law is a world wide law. Crazy. How do men and women become mates or married if they can't communicate? That what was about women that bothered me when I first landed here. No soft voices of the female population. It is quieter here because of it. I don't like it at all. Then no sooner do I think that when I hear a young girl or a woman speak to what I assume is her mother in a grocery store. I follow them to find out some details. Girls and women can talk to
their family members, male or female. That makes sense.
Later that same day a young girl or woman speaks to me.
"Excuse me, sir. Have you seen my mother in here?" she asks me coyly.
"You were in that grocery store earlier today with your mother?" I said in surprise. Which surprised me as I have been known on my earth to have speak to the opposite sex without getting surprised. Weird how fast I have acclimated here.
"Yes, that was us."
"I haven't seen your mother since then."
"Thank you." she stood there in front of me waiting for something. I do not know what. So I asked her. "What?"
"What, what?" she asks in surprise of her own. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she added awkwardly.
"What do you mean?" I say baffled.
"Well, firstly you didn't say 'you are welcome' back to me. Then you didn't ask me my name. Or my age. You didn't ask me if I wanted a kiss or sex or a baby. Then you shamed me by staring at me and looking directly into my eyes."
"I have been sick recently and forgot all my manners. Sorry!" fast thinking on my part, "you are welcome. Can I kiss you?"
"What were you sick with?"
"Nothing contagious if that's what you're thinking. How old are you? I forgot to ask that also didn't I?"
"I am sixteen years old and no you can't kiss me or have sex with me. I don't want a baby yet."
I stop looking at her completely and realize that I didn't ask those other questions or her name, so I do.
" What is your name?"
"Sue Stone. You can look at me. Look me in the eyes if you want."
So I turn to look just as she pulls in for a kiss. She is much shorter than me so I bend down expecting a kiss on the cheek. She went for my mouth. I dodge the kiss and she gets mad at me.
"Why did you move from your kiss? I want to mate with you now."
I can get use to this earth. But she is still jail-bait in my way of thinking. So I have a dilemma. What to do? What to do? I can't say no. It might be illegal or something here.
"Sorry, I thought I was going to sneeze." quick thinking on my part again. "When and where?
"Now over on that mating pad." she points to a mattress looking thing that I have been seeing all over the place and thought someone lost their mattress. But many people losing their mattresses. Weird world here. Remember to write all of what I learned here in my journal.
We proceed to the mating mat as she called it. She undresses and I undress right out there in public. When in Rome...as they say on my earth.
"My name is Robert Baker* by the way."
"Will you marry me now? There's a marriage center." she points to a plain looking building nearby just for such occasions. As we redress she kisses me again on the mouth just as a uniformed policewoman steps up and begins to undress.
"I am next. I want a girl and will you marry me too?"
My mind is officially blown now. Penthouse letters have nothing like this and nobody would believe it if it appeared in that magazine.
"Okay!" I say, but not very convincingly. Am I dreaming? She is very sexy and very beautiful. Then I realize that there is a line forming behind another woman who isn't my type at all. So I pick and chose them as they come forward. Some young ones in line I ask their ages but it seems like a stupid question to ask of women and even girls in this reality. Also there are old women who couldn't possibly get pregnant. They must be beyond the age of fertility. But who knows on this earth? I ran out of juice after only a few. I was given cards with the rest of the women in the line. Rain-checks I realized. Names and addresses of them.
[to be continued]
xxx
<a work in progress>
Chapter 3 (alternate version)/ Chapter 4: 2014-01-10.1200
Eating my lunch in peace when I realize something else strange about this world. This is about men. They are not the dominate sex. They are subservient to the female sex of the species. So that is why women are allowed to just ask for and get sex anytime they want it.
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THIS STORY IS GOING OFF THE RAILS...I can continue with this version and like the story itself have alternate versions anytime I feel like diverging from one plot and back again if I so desire.
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edit/ delete as needed
Suggestions from readers are allowed and welcome. Comment me and ask. Or email me (I don't check my emails very often...maybe if you include the words:
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Chapter 3: 2014-01-10.1200 [(alternate version)/ Chapter 4: 2014-01-10.1200]
I Meet Her...HER, the time traveler's mother. She doesn't like me upon first meeting each other. I guess my charms don't work on her. Maybe she's gay or whatever it is called here. Maybe she isn't her/ HER. I'll keep my eyes open and alert for her.
[to be continued]
Chapter Three: 2014-01-10.1010
I'm going to celebrate my twentieth birthday here alone. I don't have any friends here yet. Women don't even talk to me. I tried several times with women that I was attracted to and women that I was attracted to and not a single one would speak to me. Not to mention they would give me a strange look like I was crazy. Not until later did I realize why. [Women don't have a voice box] It is illegal here for women to talk to men that they aren't [mates of] married to. Right, crazy. What happened here in this earth's history that caused that law. The law is a world wide law. Crazy. How do men and women become mates or married if they can't communicate? That what was about women that bothered me when I first landed here. No soft voices of the female population. It is quieter here because of it. I don't like it at all. Then no sooner do I think that when I hear a young girl or a woman speak to what I assume is her mother in a grocery store. I follow them to find out some details. Girls and women can talk to
their family members, male or female. That makes sense.
Later that same day a young girl or woman speaks to me.
"Excuse me, sir. Have you seen my mother in here?" she asks me coyly.
"You were in that grocery store earlier today with your mother?" I said in surprise. Which surprised me as I have been known on my earth to have speak to the opposite sex without getting surprised. Weird how fast I have acclimated here.
"Yes, that was us."
"I haven't seen your mother since then."
"Thank you." she stood there in front of me waiting for something. I do not know what. So I asked her. "What?"
"What, what?" she asks in surprise of her own. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she added awkwardly.
"What do you mean?" I say baffled.
"Well, firstly you didn't say 'you are welcome' back to me. Then you didn't ask me my name. Or my age. You didn't ask me if I wanted a kiss or sex or a baby. Then you shamed me by staring at me and looking directly into my eyes."
"I have been sick recently and forgot all my manners. Sorry!" fast thinking on my part, "you are welcome. Can I kiss you?"
"What were you sick with?"
"Nothing contagious if that's what you're thinking. How old are you? I forgot to ask that also didn't I?"
"I am sixteen years old and no you can't kiss me or have sex with me. I don't want a baby yet."
I stop looking at her completely and realize that I didn't ask those other questions or her name, so I do.
" What is your name?"
"Sue Stone. You can look at me. Look me in the eyes if you want."
So I turn to look just as she pulls in for a kiss. She is much shorter than me so I bend down expecting a kiss on the cheek. She went for my mouth. I dodge the kiss and she gets mad at me.
"Why did you move from your kiss? I want to mate with you now."
I can get use to this earth. But she is still jail-bait in my way of thinking. So I have a dilemma. What to do? What to do? I can't say no. It might be illegal or something here.
"Sorry, I thought I was going to sneeze." quick thinking on my part again. "When and where?
"Now over on that mating pad." she points to a mattress looking thing that I have been seeing all over the place and thought someone lost their mattress. But many people losing their mattresses. Weird world here. Remember to write all of what I learned here in my journal.
We proceed to the mating mat as she called it. She undresses and I undress right out there in public. When in Rome...as they say on my earth.
"My name is Robert Baker* by the way."
"Will you marry me now? There's a marriage center." she points to a plain looking building nearby just for such occasions. As we redress she kisses me again on the mouth just as a uniformed policewoman steps up and begins to undress.
"I am next. I want a girl and will you marry me too?"
My mind is officially blown now. Penthouse letters have nothing like this and nobody would believe it if it appeared in that magazine.
"Okay!" I say, but not very convincingly. Am I dreaming? She is very sexy and very beautiful. Then I realize that there is a line forming behind another woman who isn't my type at all. So I pick and chose them as they come forward. Some young ones in line I ask their ages but it seems like a stupid question to ask of women and even girls in this reality. Also there are old women who couldn't possibly get pregnant. They must be beyond the age of fertility. But who knows on this earth? I ran out of juice after only a few. I was given cards with the rest of the women in the line. Rain-checks I realized. Names and addresses of them.
[to be continued]
xxx
<a work in progress>
Chapter 3 (alternate version)/ Chapter 4: 2014-01-10.1200
Eating my lunch in peace when I realize something else strange about this world. This is about men. They are not the dominate sex. They are subservient to the female sex of the species. So that is why women are allowed to just ask for and get sex anytime they want it.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
THIS STORY IS GOING OFF THE RAILS...I can continue with this version and like the story itself have alternate versions anytime I feel like diverging from one plot and back again if I so desire.
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edit/ delete as needed
Suggestions from readers are allowed and welcome. Comment me and ask. Or email me (I don't check my emails very often...maybe if you include the words:
- BLOG SUGGESTIONS
- BLOG IDEAS
- BLOG COMMENTS
- LIKE YOUR BLOG: THE FIRES OF TIME
- DISLIKE BLOG: THE FIRES OF TIME (how dare you not like my work...LOL)
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Chapter 3: 2014-01-10.1200 [(alternate version)/ Chapter 4: 2014-01-10.1200]
I Meet Her...HER, the time traveler's mother. She doesn't like me upon first meeting each other. I guess my charms don't work on her. Maybe she's gay or whatever it is called here. Maybe she isn't her/ HER. I'll keep my eyes open and alert for her.
[to be continued]
The Fires of Time: Stranded
My mission is to be the time traveler's father. No details were given. That is all he said in explanation. What he did was another matter altogether. He placed me on a version of an earth without a Robert Baker* having ever existed. He set me up with a house and a job working for him as a researcher. I am to make reports on and about this earth and the people I meet here. I am to keep a journal and send reports back to the ship, to him.
Chapter Two: 2013-12-21.1800
I am at a nearby restaurant I found here quite quickly. Having dinner and trying the local cuisine which isn't any different than my earth. I have a little notebook to make notes in. Add to a journal entry back at my den on my new laptop that came with everything else I got for this mission-job.
After dinner I walked around my new neighborhood and took notes on strange or different things. Not many at all. One thing that is just slightly different is women. Not anything I can put my finger on right now. Just something on the fringe that is bothering me in the back of my mind. I'll figure it out, eventually.
[to be continued]
Chapter Two: 2013-12-21.1800
I am at a nearby restaurant I found here quite quickly. Having dinner and trying the local cuisine which isn't any different than my earth. I have a little notebook to make notes in. Add to a journal entry back at my den on my new laptop that came with everything else I got for this mission-job.
After dinner I walked around my new neighborhood and took notes on strange or different things. Not many at all. One thing that is just slightly different is women. Not anything I can put my finger on right now. Just something on the fringe that is bothering me in the back of my mind. I'll figure it out, eventually.
[to be continued]
The Fires of Time: Stranded
"I have been waiting for you a long time young man. I am your older self. Believe it or not now. You will when I tell you that we are not here in your home. We are very far away. We are on my space ship. In an alternate universe and that is about as far as you can get and still be where you were. We are in orbit above earth in another reality. You are a version of me who had grown up with a family and so you are different than me in mainly one way in that I now know who you will be. You will be my father. Let me explain. In all my years in search of my parents throughout time and space I finally came to the only conclusion that I could come up with and that is that my parents were not from my past but from my future in an alternate reality, an alternate universe, an alternate dimension. Complicated? No, it is very simple in the scheme of things. Things that I have come to know and understand. Things which would boggle the mind and drive you crazy trying to wrap your head around. Time travel is the only
thing with a name in the whole of all the universes that have been and are and will be, that you can't touch and feel and see and hear and taste and you can't stop it. You can't bargain with time. You can't negotiate it where you want it to go once it has become light-like. Once light has been created it will travel forever in a straight line outward from it's source. Time does not die or end or begin. It does not have a source. At least none that I could find in all my travels through it. That is why time travel is possible. Because it doesn't die or begin. it is just there waiting for you to...I can't even think of a word that applies here...manipulate is the wrong word. Remember, you can not touch it, so how are you going to manipulate it? That is when I had an epiphany...
[to be continued]
The Fires of Time: Stranded
This was my first blog address before it was deleted for being spam or some such reason. I reactivated it and start over with what ever idea for it I'll come up with at a later date and time...maybe. I have that James Colburn "Twilight Zone" on my tv, where he replaces his boxing robot with himself. It is on Me TV (channel 10.2 here).
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I like:
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The Fires of Time: Stranded
a serialized story (fiction or is it?)
Prologue of part One:
What follows is what happened to me a very long time ago. I was a much younger man then and I had my whole life ahead of me. It all started when I was born. But, I'll skip ahead and perhaps I'll tell the earlier stories as needed later here.
I met a time traveler by the name of Robert Baker* (* named changed for obvious reasons). He was old then as I am now. He told me He was me a hundred years older and wiser. He has a mission for me as I have a alternate fate than he had.
First he showed me proof of what he claimed to convince me of what he claims. Let's just say that I am convinced.
Chapter One: 2013-12-20.2356
Today started like usual for most people in the world everyday. I woke up. But every second after that has never happened to anyone ever in the history of mankind: I met my older self, a time traveler with a mission for me. A mission that he is too old now to take on. A mission that only I could do. A very important mission.
As I said I woke up and he was sitting there in my living room chair asleep. I almost called the cops on him, but also in the room was his robot assistant that looked exactly like me. He/it was standing there motionless watching over his master devotedly.
I settled down quickly. Calmly taking a seat as to not fall down in shock. The robot turns toward me and introduces himself and his older companion. I listen and nod here and there not really letting the words soak into my brain.
When I do come to my senses I realize that I have a million questions as the robot smiles in understanding.
When the older gentleman stirs and opens his eyes and looks around to find himself exactly where he remembered himself to be but his advanced age made/ makes him need to take many naps through out his day. He clears his throat as old men have a tendency to do from time to time.
[to be continued]
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- TV
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- Music
- Reading (SF, Horror, mysteries and crime stories)
- books
- magazines
- newspapers
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The Fires of Time: Stranded
a serialized story (fiction or is it?)
Prologue of part One:
What follows is what happened to me a very long time ago. I was a much younger man then and I had my whole life ahead of me. It all started when I was born. But, I'll skip ahead and perhaps I'll tell the earlier stories as needed later here.
I met a time traveler by the name of Robert Baker* (* named changed for obvious reasons). He was old then as I am now. He told me He was me a hundred years older and wiser. He has a mission for me as I have a alternate fate than he had.
First he showed me proof of what he claimed to convince me of what he claims. Let's just say that I am convinced.
Chapter One: 2013-12-20.2356
Today started like usual for most people in the world everyday. I woke up. But every second after that has never happened to anyone ever in the history of mankind: I met my older self, a time traveler with a mission for me. A mission that he is too old now to take on. A mission that only I could do. A very important mission.
As I said I woke up and he was sitting there in my living room chair asleep. I almost called the cops on him, but also in the room was his robot assistant that looked exactly like me. He/it was standing there motionless watching over his master devotedly.
I settled down quickly. Calmly taking a seat as to not fall down in shock. The robot turns toward me and introduces himself and his older companion. I listen and nod here and there not really letting the words soak into my brain.
When I do come to my senses I realize that I have a million questions as the robot smiles in understanding.
When the older gentleman stirs and opens his eyes and looks around to find himself exactly where he remembered himself to be but his advanced age made/ makes him need to take many naps through out his day. He clears his throat as old men have a tendency to do from time to time.
[to be continued]
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