Time Traveling on the Inter-Dimensional Highway
Damn. I just ran over a pothole, my space-suspension can’t take much more of this. This inter-dimensional highway needs to get fixed pronto! I keep driving, only to be greeted with another pothole. This time, the LCD dashboard lights up and starts flashing. It appears I have a flat existential wheel. I think I’ve got a spare in the back..
Shit! I have the spare but I forgot to bring my crono-suit! Now if I step out there I’ll die of old age and be unborn at the same time. Now I’ll have to wait for another skipper to come by. Wait, I think I see a cyber-tronic repair station up ahead! But how am I going to get there?
Just my luck. My day off and I get stranded within the confines of time. I step on the gas, but my non-existent existential wheel prevents me from moving forward. Man these things are unreliable. I knew I should have bought time treads. Think… Think!
I’m starting to feel the aging and un-aging process happen simultaneously. Luckily, the skippers hull of timeless steel is keeping most of it out, but if I don’t get out of here soon, back to the womb, six feet under I go. That’s it, I’m calling triple S.
“Hello, this is Skipper Space Service. How may I help you?”
“Uh, yes, hello. It appears my skipper has broken down on Inter-dimensional Highway, Sector 233.”
A catchy tune started playing, Welcome to Gorgon. I prefer the Space Apes personally.
“Ok, so a skipper has been sent to tow your vessel. Have a nice starturn!”
The line went dead. Well, I might as well get comfortable while I wait. I grabbed a six pack of cosmic brew from my space glove compartment. It was covered in chrono particles. I wiped it off on my shirt and opened the can. It was warm and tasted like Star Unicorn urine, but hey, that’s just the way I like it. For a split second, I became too young to drink, but the reverse effects kicked in and sent me well into my thirties. That was a close one. The last thing I want to do is get a fine for under age drinking. They better get here soon, because I don’t want to re-live my childhood years, nor do I want experience senility before my time.<
A skipper pulled up besides me.
The driver pressed a clipboard against the window, and I confirmed that it was me who he was looking for. He latched onto my vehicle with a laser hook, and started to drive off, bringing me with him. So much for visiting the 80’s on my weekend off, and back home I go.
I hope they don’t realize my SSS membership expired years ago. Or was that in the future?
What is this? it’s part of the NEW PROJECT: 100 Stories- 100 Days – Send your suggestions for stories by submitting a title and genre and I’ll write it!
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Your stories fit right into my H.G.Wells kick I’ve been on lately. Love this one–especially the exciting idea of another dimension and/or time where these kinds of wild things are possible. Imagination rocks, keep up the awesome work!
What a great idea and I love how your boy is such a motivated learner. I can only dream that one day my daughter would want to do something like this.
I wonder if you would write a story about her? It would be great to show her what other kids can do. She is 9 and has no confidence in her writing ability as she is Dyslexic and struggles with written material.
Her name is Ella and she is 9. She lives in Scotland although she is currently at Sea School on Sanibel Island in the Gulf of Mexico. Her favourite thing in the world are Hammerhead sharks so maybe her title could be – Ella and the monster of the Deep?
Thanks and good luck with your project, Penny
Fantastic imagination and funny storytelling skills!