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I'm not a time traveler. All I do is smoke and sell weed all day. That's it. I was never meant to become anything special. Society already let me know that. I wouldn't want this responsibility anyway. I can barely keep my apartment from falling apart. How will I stop an advanced alien species from eating our world out of existence?
It was minutes ago when I escaped my own death. My friend Joe was devoured feet away from me. I don't know what time I'm in, and those monsters could pop out of the spacetime window without any warning.
I found my way to the same local bar that I was in the last time around.
The same guy with a different haircut was behind the bar. That means I can't be that far away from where I was.
"Excuse me, sir, do you remember me?" I curiously asked.
"Should I?" He asked sarcastically.
"What year are we in?" I asked.
"1972, dude." He replied.
If I am in the same year and the town is still here, I must have traveled to the past. Dr. Sousa is still alive. Perhaps we can figure out a way to stop the alien scumbags from tracing me.
I headed back to Joe's cabin and knocked, knowing I would have to start from the beginning. Luckily it wasn't hard to convince him to help me the first time around.
I knocked a few times before he opened up.
"Can I help you?" offered Joe.
I paused and then said, "We met once before. You won't remember me, but you were helping me save the world."
"From what?" he curiously queried.
I pulled out the cylindrical-shaped spacetime device and responded, "from the beings that created this spacetime-relocation device. I actually think it might do more than travel through space and time. I'm not sure yet. I have only had possession of it for less than a day."
"The device is definitely intriguing," he replied with mild skepticism.
"But?" I prodded.
"You said we met before," he replied. I'm pretty sure I would remember saving the world with you. It's not every day I get to save anyone, let alone the world."
"We met later this year," I acknowledged. I was sent by Jim Bennet -"
"-Jim Bennet? The cosmologist?" Joe asked.
"Yes, douchebag Magee," I continued. "He gave me a message to deliver to you from the year 2022. Extraterrestrial flying octopi are deleting us from history to satiate their undying hunger. We need to stop them with this device. It has a set of instructions for you. However, I feel if we use it, they will pinpoint our location and time."
"They have already once, haven't they?" He knowingly asked.
"Maybe there is a settings option that turns off the GPS?" I pondered.
"What's a GPS?" Asked Joe.
"It's what people from the future use to find places and things." Like if I lost my phone or wanted to find the nearest pizza place." I replied.
"That's pretty nifty," he excitedly responded.
"From what I remember, It was only a matter of hours from when you played with it at your lab until they arrived in the middle of the night," I stated. "That means we may only have a few hours to figure out a way to turn off the GPS."
We decided to stay in the cabin instead of wasting time traveling to the military base. Joe had his car, but every second wasted on driving was a second that could have been used to discover the tracing kill switch.
He brewed up some ganja tea while I started playing with the device. It was kind of like a video game. If you move around a bit, you learn some stuff. In the first hour, I learned much about the aliens' history and why they came here. By the end of the second hour, I had a basic idea of how to rip holes in different locations at any given point in time. Hour three was the most productive.
"Do you have anything not worth keeping?" I asked Joe.
"I have some logs outside that I don't mind losing. What are you planning to do?" He asked.
"If I were to open a portal in the middle of a log, would that rip it in half?" I asked.
"Let's try it out," he cheerfully suggested.
He grabbed one of the joints, and we headed outside. He lit it, took a puff, and handed it to me. I took a long drag and then gave it back to him before taking the device out of my pocket and turning it on. I pressed a few buttons and pointed the device at one of the logs lying around the backyard. It took a couple of tries but finally ripped a window to another timeline through the log. The technology perfectly sliced through the piece of wood like it was nothing.
"We may be able to fight back, Joe," I claimed.
"That's great, but we still need to figure out a way to prevent them from finding us in the first place?" He reminded.
"I'm inching closer to it," I confidently lied. To be honest, I've been trying to figure that out since I started. I figured out everything but that. Shutting off the GPS would be the best solution because that would give us significantly more time to figure out a real plan.
I practiced on another ten logs while we shared several joints. The fact that they were shit is what motivated me to continue. The only way back home is to fight these motherfuckers.
I had another idea. I pointed the device forward and programmed it to open two spacetime pockets seconds inches apart from each other. I jumped through one and came out of the other.
"That was pretty fucking cool!" I shouted.
I opened another portal. I timed it to arrive at our location ten years prior. I threw a log into the spacetime window and closed it. The log sat in front of me and looked like the elements of time rotted it.
I pointed the device diagonally toward the ground, opened an entrance, and created the exit door ten feet up. I stuck my torso through the one in front of me and popped out from the window ten feet above me.
"I wonder how far up I could make an exit window," I curiously asked.
I pointed the device to the sky, coordinated the location through zoom view, and set it as the exit point. I then opened an entrance that sat on the ground. I looked up at the exit window and saw the cabin. I jumped in and started falling from the sky towards the earth.
"Holy shit! Mommy!" I was free-falling for about five seconds when my higher brain started to kick in. I pressed the time loop button and squeezed the time frame into a zero-dimensional pocket before Tommy-gunning holes below my descending space.
I froze in mid-air. The earth continued to move, so it appeared as if I was drifting along an invisible horizontal line parallel to the ground below me. I redistributed my weight by moving my arms and began to float in a different direction. It was almost as if I was flying.
And then another door opened in the sky. The cephalopodic aliens slithered their way through it. Although not as large of a window and as many as last time, I was still just as scared.
I pulled out my portal gun and programmed it to take me to the future. I didn't have time for specifics. I'll come back for Joe.
I ripped open a hole and jumped through.
The first thing I noticed was the silence of the city. The abandoned vehicles reveal I am probably in the year 2019. The aliens could have already eaten everything they could from 2022 and traveled back in time.
I walk around for a while, trying to find any living being around. I could not even find a roach creeping up a wall. These aliens are not picky eaters, and they don't leave anything behind. I only saw dried-up bloodstains and a warzone-torn city.
I programmed the device to land me somewhere near Denver, so I could head home and plan my next moves. I learned a lot since this all started, and the main lesson I have gathered is that I should practice inside to make it harder for them to get me. Their maps can only be created from external references.
When I got inside my apartment, I looked around for clues. I walked over to my living room closet and saw the bong I got for Christmas in 2018 was still relatively clean, which means I'm in early 2019 now.
I saw some weed and decided to pack a bowl. After a couple of hits, it dawned on me that I would be home by now smoking this at this time of day. What happened to 2019 me? Did I get eaten up by the aliens, or was I ripped out entirely from the spacetime landscape when I traveled to 1972?
I ate some cookies and took the best nap of my life. When I woke up, I wanted to use the oven but quickly remembered there wasn't any power.
I felt alone for the first time. The lack of power was a solid reminder that I was the only one alive. I can't stay here. I have to go back a few more years.
I walked outside and rescanned the area. I programmed the device to go back about two years outside my apartment building. It looked like things were too quiet on the other side when it opened. I jumped over, and sure enough, there was a post-war zone.
How far back did these fuckers go?
I jumped back another five years and found the same scenario. I zipped the timeline back quicker on the device and walked into 1992, where the landscape was flourishing with life. I couldn't help but smile when I saw people interacting.
I knew I couldn't stay here. I needed help learning more about the device, and Joe and I made a pretty good team. I would probably have to bring him up to date again, but luckily his response is predictable. I won't have to waste any time convincing him.
I ripped open another portal to 1972, about a week before the last time I was there.
I knocked on Joe's door. He opened it and asked, "can I help you?"
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