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:

1. TV
2. Movies
3. Music
4. 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]