Bob’s Story
2/2/30 (10am). I was up @ 8am. Had breakfast (peanut butter & jelly on toasted bread - homemade from kitchen ingredients & cookbooks). Had filled generator w/gas. Then I took a motorcycle out for a ride to get fresh air and explore this city, Manhattan, New York City. Saw a lot and did a lot while away. Where to begin? Well, I video recorded every moment as it happened. Cameras attached to the bike and to me. One on the top of the headlight. One on the front of my helmet and one on the back of my helmet. And one on each side of said helmet. Small cameras called GoCams. I had heard about them years ago and always wanted to take a good long trip w/ a bunch of them capturing all 4 directions as I went. Creating a 360ยบ panoramic of my journey (a vlog...video Journal so to speak). Now I can do just that. Stopped recording this just after sitting down at my computer to watch what I captured. I had to fast forward through most all of it or else I’d waste my life watching what I did instead of recording more or living my life and -[making]- experiencing reality.
Now I’m going to play a video game and get Sue to join me. I need someone to beat.
Played from about 11am to 2pm on Feb. 2, 2030. What if life were/was a video game and we are just avatars. The other’s avatars are off-line for some reason.
Sue’s Story
12pm, 2/2/30. He won...again. He’s played that video game before. I haven’t. We have to play sticks & stones. Then maybe I can beat him. Lunch time. Lets eat. I’m hungry. That game really works your body as well as your mind. WHEW!
Bob’s Story
12 o’clock and all’s well that ends well. 2/2/30 is the “date” and I is hungry as all get out. FOOD...I need sustenance. My stomach is talking loudly to me and I am going to answer w/ food...FOOD!
(1pm). Belly full of starchy PB&J sandwiches w/o milk...HMMmmmphf! What, huh? Could you repeat that? Peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth and when you talk it makes it hard to speak clearly...Dah! But, I didn’t want to be rude. After all how would that look? She’d think I was choking or having a seizure bobbing my head trying to unstick my tongue w/o milk.
(2pm) me & Sue swam in the roof top pool. It is enclosed in glass all around. Has an incredible skyline view. Has to be seen to be believed. I did some reading while the cameras rolled. Lee Child’s Jack Reacher series on my reading list and so is +Rick Riordan Books +Percy Jackson series; +Susan Collins +The Hunger Games Trilogy. Also Stephnie Meyers' Twilight books and her ‘Host’ book and movie with the same name. All the associated movies.
Sue’s Story
2/3/30 (5pm). We’re watching “Braking Dawn” on DVD collection. We’re getting movie making pointers from the commentaries on the discs.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Sunday, December 29, 2013
The Fires of Time: Stranded
(12:34pm) here comes Bob. Straight into the bathroom. Caught on camera. Played video back just now. He looks good when he wakes up. I look like a zombie. Among the walking dead. Too soon? To make light of what happened.
Bob’s Story
1/31/30 (12:00pm). Brunch. Go looking for a place to settle down. I’m thinking a warehouse should do the trick. Mot too big like a skyscraper and not too small like a house. A 4 floor or 6 floors at least or there about.
(5:22pm). Found it. Explored it. At least a little bit of it. Enough to known that this is our new home. Spend I don’t know how long settling in and setting up shop. We’ll each get our own big spacious areas to do in what we want. We’ll never have to see each other again. We could get lost in here.
Sue’s Story
(7:45pm). I dozed off at my desk in front of my computers. I was looking at the video I shot of this place as we were exploring it and I realized something. I had a dream about this place way before the end of the world as I knew it. And something els also. I dreamt of and about Bob even before I met him...a deja vue kind of a feeling. A psychic experience I think. Am I psychic? I don’t remember any other experiences like that. I wouldn’t have remembered the one I had if I didn’t watch the video playback. Weird feeling. Anyway, I am going to keep an open mind about it and wait and see if I experience another one.
Back to my project. Editing a pretty cool movie here. As good as those ones they use to make in Hollywood. No special effects and explosions however.
(10:15pm). Going to bed. Sleep like there’s no tomorrow. Becaus you just never know. There might not be. Later!
Bob’s Story
(12:15am-2/1/30). I’m on the roof of the ware house as Sue sleeps peacefully in her big cozy new bed for the first time. We got a bunch of furniture that was already in here. Along with a lot of stuff. You name it. From A to Z. Stock piles of stuff. Boxes filled to the top on endless rows of shelves in room after room and floor after floor. Just in this warehouse alone. There are others in the neighborhood. Right on the same street as this one.
I think I’m going to watch a scary movie before bed. It’ll be extra scary in this big dark building alone at night. Power down the generator after I watch the movie.
(2:00am-2/1/30). Time for bed. I am dead tired. Try out my new bed. Take a bottle of water with me. It’ll be dry in here for sleeping. Later.
Sue’s Story
2/1/30 (10am). I slept good. Ate a pretty filling breakfast. Took my very first shower since the RV in this place for the first time. A big open public shower in a gym here on the first floor. My pick of shower heads and lockers and this is just the woman’s gym. Female names and abandoned clothes in the 100s of lockers. Rows and rows of lockers. Lined w/ long wooden benches. Man this is a cool place. I can get use to this.
(12pm). I haven’t seen Bob yet today. I wonder what he’s up to. I’m in the huge kitchen opening a can of tomato soup. Add water to it as the milk expired and spoiled when the power went out when nobody was around to man the power stations all over the world. We’ll have to get a cow and chickens and pigs. And what else? I guess whatever we wan in the way of dairy and poultry. How do you churn butter and make cheese. Go to a library and find books on those and more subject as we or I want to learn something. No more internet to Google things you want to know more about.
(12:25pm). Had crackers w/my tomato soup. Mmm good! Watch a movie next. I’ll watch the "Harry Potter” movies as I get through the books. ‘The Sorcerer's Stone’ is done. +Harry Potter Lexicon +Harry Potter - Fanclub - We love that wizard!!! +Harry Potter Reading the second. Started before bed right after (back to back) the first book. They are good. I like the way the plot and story moves smoothly from here to there.
Bob’s Story
1/31/30 (12:00pm). Brunch. Go looking for a place to settle down. I’m thinking a warehouse should do the trick. Mot too big like a skyscraper and not too small like a house. A 4 floor or 6 floors at least or there about.
(5:22pm). Found it. Explored it. At least a little bit of it. Enough to known that this is our new home. Spend I don’t know how long settling in and setting up shop. We’ll each get our own big spacious areas to do in what we want. We’ll never have to see each other again. We could get lost in here.
Sue’s Story
(7:45pm). I dozed off at my desk in front of my computers. I was looking at the video I shot of this place as we were exploring it and I realized something. I had a dream about this place way before the end of the world as I knew it. And something els also. I dreamt of and about Bob even before I met him...a deja vue kind of a feeling. A psychic experience I think. Am I psychic? I don’t remember any other experiences like that. I wouldn’t have remembered the one I had if I didn’t watch the video playback. Weird feeling. Anyway, I am going to keep an open mind about it and wait and see if I experience another one.
Back to my project. Editing a pretty cool movie here. As good as those ones they use to make in Hollywood. No special effects and explosions however.
(10:15pm). Going to bed. Sleep like there’s no tomorrow. Becaus you just never know. There might not be. Later!
Bob’s Story
(12:15am-2/1/30). I’m on the roof of the ware house as Sue sleeps peacefully in her big cozy new bed for the first time. We got a bunch of furniture that was already in here. Along with a lot of stuff. You name it. From A to Z. Stock piles of stuff. Boxes filled to the top on endless rows of shelves in room after room and floor after floor. Just in this warehouse alone. There are others in the neighborhood. Right on the same street as this one.
I think I’m going to watch a scary movie before bed. It’ll be extra scary in this big dark building alone at night. Power down the generator after I watch the movie.
(2:00am-2/1/30). Time for bed. I am dead tired. Try out my new bed. Take a bottle of water with me. It’ll be dry in here for sleeping. Later.
Sue’s Story
2/1/30 (10am). I slept good. Ate a pretty filling breakfast. Took my very first shower since the RV in this place for the first time. A big open public shower in a gym here on the first floor. My pick of shower heads and lockers and this is just the woman’s gym. Female names and abandoned clothes in the 100s of lockers. Rows and rows of lockers. Lined w/ long wooden benches. Man this is a cool place. I can get use to this.
(12pm). I haven’t seen Bob yet today. I wonder what he’s up to. I’m in the huge kitchen opening a can of tomato soup. Add water to it as the milk expired and spoiled when the power went out when nobody was around to man the power stations all over the world. We’ll have to get a cow and chickens and pigs. And what else? I guess whatever we wan in the way of dairy and poultry. How do you churn butter and make cheese. Go to a library and find books on those and more subject as we or I want to learn something. No more internet to Google things you want to know more about.
(12:25pm). Had crackers w/my tomato soup. Mmm good! Watch a movie next. I’ll watch the "Harry Potter” movies as I get through the books. ‘The Sorcerer's Stone’ is done. +Harry Potter Lexicon +Harry Potter - Fanclub - We love that wizard!!! +Harry Potter Reading the second. Started before bed right after (back to back) the first book. They are good. I like the way the plot and story moves smoothly from here to there.
WEATHERMAN | DEAD SARA | VIDEO
Awesome...Incredible...must be heard to be believed. Saw them on a late night talk show w/ Jack White on drums...superb!
Next I'll watch Dead Sara's cover of Nirvana's Sliver
LINK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8AOtXES5dmw
Friday, December 27, 2013
Richard Willis Embury (1894 - 1951) - Find A Grave Memorial
Richard Willis Embury (1894 - 1951) - Find A Grave Memorial
Richard Wilson Embury (7/7/1894 - 7/13/1951) married
Laura (Erbelding) Embury (7/10/1907 - 2/16/1995)
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they had/ produced 4 daughters:
1-Eleanor (Embury) Sheffield
married Donald Sheffield (father: Wilbur Sheffield)
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2-Shirly (Embury) Sheffield (deceased)
married Lee Sheffield (father: Wilbur Sheffield)
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3-Annabelle Mary (Embury) Graves (10/31/1938) "my mother"
married Norman Paul Graves, Sr.
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4-Lillian (Embury) Bouchard (3/17/45 - 11/24/2013)
married Ronald Bouchard
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-1-1-David Sheffield
-1-2-Judy Sheffield
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-2-1-Richard Sheffield
-2-2-Steven Sheffield (deceased)
-2-3-Gary Sheffield
-2-4-Sally Sheffield (twin)
-2-5-Sherry Sheffield (twin)
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-3-1-Norman Paul Graves, Jr. (6/21/1959)
-3-2-Laurie Anne (Graves) Orbaker (11/1/1960)
Randy Orbaker
-3-3-Robert Alan Graves (5/21/1962) "this is me"
-3-4-Lisa Marie Graves (5/15/1972)
Ronald Gates (unmarried)
-3-5-Dawn Joy (Graves) Ashbaugh (5/9/1974)
married Troy Ashbaugh
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-4-1-Michelle (Bouchard) ???
married Donald ???
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-3-2-1-Kristy Orbaker (8/20/1978)
married Frank Bianchi, Jr.
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-3-4-1-Matthew Gates
fathered by Ronald Gates
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-3-5-1-Andrew Ashbaugh
-3-5-2-Kayla Ashbaugh
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-3-2-1-1-Brandon Bianchi
-3-2-1-2-Dylan Bianchi
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Can fill in all the rest on request. I'd have to talk to family members. Some of whom I don't have contact info, but other's in family do.
Richard Wilson Embury (7/7/1894 - 7/13/1951) married
Laura (Erbelding) Embury (7/10/1907 - 2/16/1995)
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they had/ produced 4 daughters:
1-Eleanor (Embury) Sheffield
married Donald Sheffield (father: Wilbur Sheffield)
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2-Shirly (Embury) Sheffield (deceased)
married Lee Sheffield (father: Wilbur Sheffield)
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3-Annabelle Mary (Embury) Graves (10/31/1938) "my mother"
married Norman Paul Graves, Sr.
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4-Lillian (Embury) Bouchard (3/17/45 - 11/24/2013)
married Ronald Bouchard
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-1-1-David Sheffield
-1-2-Judy Sheffield
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-2-1-Richard Sheffield
-2-2-Steven Sheffield (deceased)
-2-3-Gary Sheffield
-2-4-Sally Sheffield (twin)
-2-5-Sherry Sheffield (twin)
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-3-1-Norman Paul Graves, Jr. (6/21/1959)
-3-2-Laurie Anne (Graves) Orbaker (11/1/1960)
Randy Orbaker
-3-3-Robert Alan Graves (5/21/1962) "this is me"
-3-4-Lisa Marie Graves (5/15/1972)
Ronald Gates (unmarried)
-3-5-Dawn Joy (Graves) Ashbaugh (5/9/1974)
married Troy Ashbaugh
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-4-1-Michelle (Bouchard) ???
married Donald ???
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-3-2-1-Kristy Orbaker (8/20/1978)
married Frank Bianchi, Jr.
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-3-4-1-Matthew Gates
fathered by Ronald Gates
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-3-5-1-Andrew Ashbaugh
-3-5-2-Kayla Ashbaugh
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-3-2-1-1-Brandon Bianchi
-3-2-1-2-Dylan Bianchi
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Can fill in all the rest on request. I'd have to talk to family members. Some of whom I don't have contact info, but other's in family do.
Family Tree 1.1
find Cady & Mary Joyce (Richard Embury's sister & husband), his mother from Michigan.
April 9, 1930 census record shows Cady Joyce & wife Mary Embury Joyce in same home as my grandfather (maternal) Richard Embury's sister & husband.
page from census: April 9, 1930
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ZOOM-IN: lines 37, 38,
39 Richard Embury = Grandfather
April 9, 1930 census record shows Cady Joyce & wife Mary Embury Joyce in same home as my grandfather (maternal) Richard Embury's sister & husband.
page from census: April 9, 1930
39 Richard Embury = Grandfather
Thursday, December 26, 2013
The Fires of Time: Stranded [label: version 2]
Bob’s Story
1/30/30 (9PM). Just in RV for the last load of our haul. Going to get a trailer to attach to the back of the RV to haul more stuff. Stock pile for the apocalypse. Next, find a lair. A home to live. A nice big place. Doesn’t need to be a house. A skyscraper would hold all our future crap...maybe. Got my snacks and a cooler of sodas and bottled water near me in my little nook of the RV. Sue’s nook is across the way of the aisle. That way I can see what she’s upto. We can check each other’s projects. She’s typing in her diary blog...clog (computer log) as I am in mine. She & I confer w/ our notebooks and video recordings as to what we did and where and why and when. With no other who’s to write about yet. I got a haul of cool stuff. Stuff I’ve been wanting to get for a long time. You name it. I got it. I’m/we’re becoming regular hoarders (I remember watching that tv show). Opening up packages of this & that. Opening boxes of that & this. All w/a smile on my face. It’s like Christmas everyday in this post apocalyptic world...earth. My headphones on and music playing: old classic playlist from a pre-installed file on a new gadget that has all...ALL of recorded music in history. It has ALL books on file....& more. I’ll still read books, books. And CDs & DVDs. Sue’s going to bed. She was dozing off there for awhile. She almost fell into the aisle. Told her that her project will be there when she wakes up. That’s another thing. We sleep when we want. When we get tired. We both have a bedroom in this RV. I get the master bedroom of course. We’ll have a home too soon. We’ll be able to spread out and have our own floors or wings or skyscrapers across from or next door to each other. Or we could have our own street or streets or cities or continents or countries. Well I guess I’ll go to bed now. Bye for now.
Sue’s Story
1/31/30 (11:27am). Bob’s still asleep in his room. I’m going to read before breakfast/ brunch. Working on the ‘Harry Potter’ books (app on computer). But I’ll read the actual book w/ pages. Paper pages. Real bookmarks. First book in the series. After them. I’ll read J.K. Rowling other work.
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+Robert Graves +Robert Graves +robertgraves64@yahoo.com +Robert Graves
1/30/30 (9PM). Just in RV for the last load of our haul. Going to get a trailer to attach to the back of the RV to haul more stuff. Stock pile for the apocalypse. Next, find a lair. A home to live. A nice big place. Doesn’t need to be a house. A skyscraper would hold all our future crap...maybe. Got my snacks and a cooler of sodas and bottled water near me in my little nook of the RV. Sue’s nook is across the way of the aisle. That way I can see what she’s upto. We can check each other’s projects. She’s typing in her diary blog...clog (computer log) as I am in mine. She & I confer w/ our notebooks and video recordings as to what we did and where and why and when. With no other who’s to write about yet. I got a haul of cool stuff. Stuff I’ve been wanting to get for a long time. You name it. I got it. I’m/we’re becoming regular hoarders (I remember watching that tv show). Opening up packages of this & that. Opening boxes of that & this. All w/a smile on my face. It’s like Christmas everyday in this post apocalyptic world...earth. My headphones on and music playing: old classic playlist from a pre-installed file on a new gadget that has all...ALL of recorded music in history. It has ALL books on file....& more. I’ll still read books, books. And CDs & DVDs. Sue’s going to bed. She was dozing off there for awhile. She almost fell into the aisle. Told her that her project will be there when she wakes up. That’s another thing. We sleep when we want. When we get tired. We both have a bedroom in this RV. I get the master bedroom of course. We’ll have a home too soon. We’ll be able to spread out and have our own floors or wings or skyscrapers across from or next door to each other. Or we could have our own street or streets or cities or continents or countries. Well I guess I’ll go to bed now. Bye for now.
Sue’s Story
1/31/30 (11:27am). Bob’s still asleep in his room. I’m going to read before breakfast/ brunch. Working on the ‘Harry Potter’ books (app on computer). But I’ll read the actual book w/ pages. Paper pages. Real bookmarks. First book in the series. After them. I’ll read J.K. Rowling other work.
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+Robert Graves +Robert Graves +robertgraves64@yahoo.com +Robert Graves
The Fires of Time: Stranded
Bob’s Story (cont.)
1/30/30 (12:00pm) I decided to make the official date today to be January 30, 2030. We’re in a fully loaded RV eating lunch parked in another mall shopping center plaza deal close to Hershey, PA. I got the RV, a very nice one. It was brand spanking new off an RV dealership in here in Pennsylvania. We’re going to go explore this whole area together. First we have to find more non perishable food like canned goods and such like that plus soda and bottled water and chips and cookies. Snacks, bitch. I needs me my snacks. Oh, and we have a gas powered electric generator. Now we’re able to use electronic devices for DVDs, Blue-Rays, on the tv and video games. Music on this and that, ipads mostly connected to the speakers of a sick sound system. This is being typed on a laptop computer. Sue has a few of her own working on different projects. We have a lot of pics & video to archive. Documentaries for future generations to watch and we want them to look professional. Almost full on lunch. Sue’s got cold messing on a camera pointed at me while I am writing this. Check it out later...maybe...if we settle someplace nice. I’m done writing for now. Later...
Sue’s Story
1/30/30 (12:30pm). We’re going to go explore a new mall. A big place in PA (not sure how to spell the state so I’m not even going to try...find a paper map in there maybe). We’re in an RV Bob got off this huge selection of campers and RVs and such stuff. This looked like the best model there. Bye. Whoops, got to turn of the cameras (multi-angle deal to edit together later in some cool way) and the computers. He said we’re not going to keep the generator running 24/7. ‘Why not?’ I asked. He said, ‘cause. I said ‘cause why. He said ‘just because that’s why. He reminded me of mom and dad and my sister Sarah and my two brothers Johnny and Jimmy. Poor little Jimmy. He was just a baby. Mom’s unborn baby too. I got to catch up with Bob now. He’s already in the mall. The doors must’ve been unlocked. He got in quickly.
1/30/30 (12:00pm) I decided to make the official date today to be January 30, 2030. We’re in a fully loaded RV eating lunch parked in another mall shopping center plaza deal close to Hershey, PA. I got the RV, a very nice one. It was brand spanking new off an RV dealership in here in Pennsylvania. We’re going to go explore this whole area together. First we have to find more non perishable food like canned goods and such like that plus soda and bottled water and chips and cookies. Snacks, bitch. I needs me my snacks. Oh, and we have a gas powered electric generator. Now we’re able to use electronic devices for DVDs, Blue-Rays, on the tv and video games. Music on this and that, ipads mostly connected to the speakers of a sick sound system. This is being typed on a laptop computer. Sue has a few of her own working on different projects. We have a lot of pics & video to archive. Documentaries for future generations to watch and we want them to look professional. Almost full on lunch. Sue’s got cold messing on a camera pointed at me while I am writing this. Check it out later...maybe...if we settle someplace nice. I’m done writing for now. Later...
Sue’s Story
1/30/30 (12:30pm). We’re going to go explore a new mall. A big place in PA (not sure how to spell the state so I’m not even going to try...find a paper map in there maybe). We’re in an RV Bob got off this huge selection of campers and RVs and such stuff. This looked like the best model there. Bye. Whoops, got to turn of the cameras (multi-angle deal to edit together later in some cool way) and the computers. He said we’re not going to keep the generator running 24/7. ‘Why not?’ I asked. He said, ‘cause. I said ‘cause why. He said ‘just because that’s why. He reminded me of mom and dad and my sister Sarah and my two brothers Johnny and Jimmy. Poor little Jimmy. He was just a baby. Mom’s unborn baby too. I got to catch up with Bob now. He’s already in the mall. The doors must’ve been unlocked. He got in quickly.
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
The Fires of Time: Stranded
but it'll have to wait. There's something going on outside. I hear sirens of all kinds. Sounds like the end of the world
?-?-2030 (?pm) Since last entry the world has changed. I picked a good time to start a journal. Too much happened since last entry here. 1-almost everybody in the world got killed somehow in just a matter of seconds. I still have no clue as to what has happened. I don't even know what time it is. Or what month and day. I haven't got a watch or anything with a clock or calendar. I think it is spring time. I live in a deserted mall somewhere in New York City. On Manhattan. Time Square is still there. It is dark. Just the population was decimated. Why not me? Did anybody else survive? My mother is one of the lost people. I am not going to call them the 'D' word. Not as long as I live. I consider everybody as lost or taken...someplace somewhere. Will they return as quickly as they left? Wet notebook. How did it get wet? Too dark to see what I'm doing anyway. Save on batteries. Got a whole box of them in the mall here right where I can use them in my new flashlights, lanterns, radios, all kinds of battery powered items here. Taking pics & video taping to document what I do and what and where I go. Here comes Sue. She's carrying her notebook and a lantern. She had to pee. in the mall bathroom alone. I stopped coming with her because she said she's not a baby. Whatever. Now I got to go pee too. I'll be back.
Sue’s Story
Unknown date. Unknown time. Here in this big dark mall with Bob. I am seriously glad I have him with me. I feel very safe with him. I’m growing on him a little more everyday. We are having fun given the circumstances. Have to or I’d be very depressed here. A person could go crazy thinking about lost family and friends. Why are we the only survivors we’ve seen so far. How long has it been since what happened happened? We’ll never know. Have to mark off the days.
Day 10+||||||??? we got here about 2 days ago in Bob’s car. He’s going to find a nice big van or RV to travel in. Search for other survivors. There has to be others. Why wouldn’t there be? It would be crazy if we’re the only 2 alive on earth...Adam & Eve kind of a thing. I want his babies but to be responsible for bringing back humanity from extinction is crazy talk. Here comes Bob with something in his hands. Looks like a gun.
Bob’s Story
Got a rifle. Just in case the fit hits the shan. She didn’t get the joke at first. Had to explain. We had canned breakfast lunch and now supper/dinner. Day 10+|||||? Marking off the days in notebook now. 2 weeks? Or more. Give or take a day or two. I don’t know. Those first few days I slept all day and night it seems like. The day I found Sue I realized I had to get it together for her. She was bad off there for awhile. I remember her face when she saw me. It was heartbreaking to see. She was so lonely and vulnerable and pitiful to look at. She is my reason for not being constantly down and miserable all the time. I try to cheer her up. I think I do. She seems much happier and better adjusted now. I’m going to sleep now. Nice big bed in that bed and furniture store here. Sue crawls in with me after I fall asleep. I have been waking up to her drooling on my chest or arm. She is so cute to watch sleep. Her little noises. I recorded her sleeping and showed it to her. She liked it. Her giggle is infectious. Contagious. Makes me laugh just thinking about it. Nighty night. Sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite.
Sue’s Story
Day 15+. It was a rifle. He said just in case something hits a something...shit hitting a fan. Why would shit hit a fan? LOL. He was still asleep this morning when I got up. Spring outside. Snow melting like crazy out there. Empty parking lot is still eery to look at. I went exploring today. Bob did to and we met up in the book store. A lot of free time to read now. Now tv or radio or computers. I remember saying the internet might not last forever. Well it lasted 40 or 50 years. Not a good run. Not for such a cool invention. The greatest invention in the history of history.
Bob’s Story
Day 15+. Got a shit load of books and magazines to read. Last ones to ever be written and published. The last newspapers all there is to read of them in the racks still. Old ones will be in the libraries all over the world. Library books &tc.
?-?-2030 (?pm) Since last entry the world has changed. I picked a good time to start a journal. Too much happened since last entry here. 1-almost everybody in the world got killed somehow in just a matter of seconds. I still have no clue as to what has happened. I don't even know what time it is. Or what month and day. I haven't got a watch or anything with a clock or calendar. I think it is spring time. I live in a deserted mall somewhere in New York City. On Manhattan. Time Square is still there. It is dark. Just the population was decimated. Why not me? Did anybody else survive? My mother is one of the lost people. I am not going to call them the 'D' word. Not as long as I live. I consider everybody as lost or taken...someplace somewhere. Will they return as quickly as they left? Wet notebook. How did it get wet? Too dark to see what I'm doing anyway. Save on batteries. Got a whole box of them in the mall here right where I can use them in my new flashlights, lanterns, radios, all kinds of battery powered items here. Taking pics & video taping to document what I do and what and where I go. Here comes Sue. She's carrying her notebook and a lantern. She had to pee. in the mall bathroom alone. I stopped coming with her because she said she's not a baby. Whatever. Now I got to go pee too. I'll be back.
Sue’s Story
Unknown date. Unknown time. Here in this big dark mall with Bob. I am seriously glad I have him with me. I feel very safe with him. I’m growing on him a little more everyday. We are having fun given the circumstances. Have to or I’d be very depressed here. A person could go crazy thinking about lost family and friends. Why are we the only survivors we’ve seen so far. How long has it been since what happened happened? We’ll never know. Have to mark off the days.
Day 10+||||||??? we got here about 2 days ago in Bob’s car. He’s going to find a nice big van or RV to travel in. Search for other survivors. There has to be others. Why wouldn’t there be? It would be crazy if we’re the only 2 alive on earth...Adam & Eve kind of a thing. I want his babies but to be responsible for bringing back humanity from extinction is crazy talk. Here comes Bob with something in his hands. Looks like a gun.
Bob’s Story
Got a rifle. Just in case the fit hits the shan. She didn’t get the joke at first. Had to explain. We had canned breakfast lunch and now supper/dinner. Day 10+|||||? Marking off the days in notebook now. 2 weeks? Or more. Give or take a day or two. I don’t know. Those first few days I slept all day and night it seems like. The day I found Sue I realized I had to get it together for her. She was bad off there for awhile. I remember her face when she saw me. It was heartbreaking to see. She was so lonely and vulnerable and pitiful to look at. She is my reason for not being constantly down and miserable all the time. I try to cheer her up. I think I do. She seems much happier and better adjusted now. I’m going to sleep now. Nice big bed in that bed and furniture store here. Sue crawls in with me after I fall asleep. I have been waking up to her drooling on my chest or arm. She is so cute to watch sleep. Her little noises. I recorded her sleeping and showed it to her. She liked it. Her giggle is infectious. Contagious. Makes me laugh just thinking about it. Nighty night. Sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite.
Sue’s Story
Day 15+. It was a rifle. He said just in case something hits a something...shit hitting a fan. Why would shit hit a fan? LOL. He was still asleep this morning when I got up. Spring outside. Snow melting like crazy out there. Empty parking lot is still eery to look at. I went exploring today. Bob did to and we met up in the book store. A lot of free time to read now. Now tv or radio or computers. I remember saying the internet might not last forever. Well it lasted 40 or 50 years. Not a good run. Not for such a cool invention. The greatest invention in the history of history.
Bob’s Story
Day 15+. Got a shit load of books and magazines to read. Last ones to ever be written and published. The last newspapers all there is to read of them in the racks still. Old ones will be in the libraries all over the world. Library books &tc.
The Fires of Time: Stranded
...sorry I had to ask mom whether I should write how dad died. He was on a top secret mission for the government. That’s all I am allowed to say.
Sue’s Story
1/11/30 (7:15pm). Today @ school I got the attention of Robert Baker, that’s the name of the guy I like, and everyone else's attention in the vicinity by tripping on my feet just as he was asking Ashley out on a date. He didn't laugh. He helped me up. I’m in love. Everybody else laughed and he gave them a look that said ‘how dare you laugh at this pretty girl’. He asked if ‘I was alright’ and didn’t let go of my arm until I said that I was and thanks in reply. I’m pretty sure I was blushing. He smelled great and his blue eyes pierced my heart. He will be mine someday. I know it as sure as I am writing this down. I want his babies. NOTE to anyone who reads this, I hope long after I shuffle off this mortal coil. Shakespeare quote, I think. I blame my hormones as they are raging.
Bob’s Story
1/12/30 (5pm). Today @ school I asked Ashley out on a date in the gym. but this girl fell and I didn’t get my answer until later. Before school let out. She has a BF. I guess that I'll have to wait for her to come to her senses. Anyway I have a whole lot more to talk about...
[to be continued]
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add to blog favorite music list: sometime!
Dead Sara
The Dead Weather (a Jack White project)
Sue’s Story
1/11/30 (7:15pm). Today @ school I got the attention of Robert Baker, that’s the name of the guy I like, and everyone else's attention in the vicinity by tripping on my feet just as he was asking Ashley out on a date. He didn't laugh. He helped me up. I’m in love. Everybody else laughed and he gave them a look that said ‘how dare you laugh at this pretty girl’. He asked if ‘I was alright’ and didn’t let go of my arm until I said that I was and thanks in reply. I’m pretty sure I was blushing. He smelled great and his blue eyes pierced my heart. He will be mine someday. I know it as sure as I am writing this down. I want his babies. NOTE to anyone who reads this, I hope long after I shuffle off this mortal coil. Shakespeare quote, I think. I blame my hormones as they are raging.
Bob’s Story
1/12/30 (5pm). Today @ school I asked Ashley out on a date in the gym. but this girl fell and I didn’t get my answer until later. Before school let out. She has a BF. I guess that I'll have to wait for her to come to her senses. Anyway I have a whole lot more to talk about...
[to be continued]
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add to blog favorite music list: sometime!
Dead Sara
The Dead Weather (a Jack White project)
- The White Stripes
- The Raconteurs
- ??? (google/youtube)
Monday, December 23, 2013
The Fires of Time: Stranded [version 2]
The Fires of Time: Stranded
Bob’s Story
1/10/30 (5:15pm) It’s 5:15pm. My name is Robert Baker and I am starting my journal right now. Why? Because I want to keep a record of my life and adventures. I hope I have lots of adventures in my life. Today I am sixteen and I just got my driver’s licence. I was born sixteen years ago, January 10, 2014. At 12:15am. I got this notebook for the start of school in September. That’s all for now. Mom wants me to go to the store and run errands...here we go. I am free!
Sue’s Story
1/10/30 - Dear Diary, I just got home from school. I have a lot of homework to get to. I wanted to say something in here while I was in one of my classes but I didn’t have my diary in my backpack. I forgot to throw it in before getting on the school bus this morning. Now I forgot what I was going to write. Mom’s calling me downstairs for something.
I’m back. Mom is going to have another baby. That makes six of us in this house as a family. I’m the second born. I already said all this before. Lets see I have one brother older than me, John Jr. (15). One brother younger, James Robert (Jimmy, Jimbo, Jimbob, Jimcabob). He’s about two years old now (Dec. 25, 2018) that was some Christmas present. My younger sister, Sarah is ten. I am eleven (12 on July 4, 2018). I was an Independence Day gift to my parents as they say all the time. Back upstairs to my bedroom. I share with Sarah. I already wrote that before. I got to stop repeating things I already wrote. It takes up space in this little diary (pink covered...there I go again). I guess I could get another diary or write in notebooks. They seem less childish. Or use an online blog. Yeah, I’ll do both. Or transcribe from the diary to my blog (save the writing on a computer and back that up on flashdrives/ thumbdrives/ CDs are becoming obsolete and who knows how long the internet will last...forever I guess unless the world ends). Blah Blah Blah. DO MY HOMEWORK! BYE! LATER:)
Bob’s Story
1/11/30 (12:22pm) I’m in the school cafeteria. Just finished eating lunch. Writing some of my day. Want to be out driving. I have gym next @12:45pm. I heard that we have to square dance to day in gym class. I’ll probably pick Ashley Adams. I like her and she is on the girls side. I spot her from time to time. She doesn’t know I exist. I have her pic on my phone. She let me take it. But I think she just likes having her picture (pic, for short) taken. She friended me on facebook etc./ &tc. so I am confused. Does she like me? Does she know I exist or what? Or does she just friend everybody. I think I’ll bring it up in gym. See what’s up. Later.
Sue’s Story
1/11/30 It is 12:22pm in my lunch period. Had gym before lunch. I’d rather have it after. What’re you going to do? Got my period during. How embarrassing! Wearing shorts at the time. White shorts. Called mom and told her. She can’t come. She doesn’t need to. I’m not a baby anymore, hence the period to prove it. Blah! Headache here. Mom’s pregnant and now I am impregnable (spell-check here). Finish eating and then sit in the gym and watch them square dance between classes.
Saw an older boy at 12:40pm. Don’t know his name. Never saw him before. He’d be in the H.S. part of the building. We share the gym & cafeteria with K-12. He’s talking to Ashley Adams. She’s an 11th grader. So maybe he is too. He is cute...handsome. There’s something I like about him already. He’s tall and strong looking. My hormones are working overtime here. Calm down girl-woman. Settle down and breath. Try to get his attention. Put this away and do something. Later...bye.
Bob’s Story
1/11/30 (7:15pm). My homework was easy today and we (me & mom) had pizza & soda delivered. I wanted to go and get it but she didn’t want me to drive in the snow and ice. Whatever. I’ll have my whole life to drive. Who knows how much time I’ll have with her. She is like 50 years old (9/11/80) correction she is 49 until September 11th of this year (2030). I wonder what the future holds for me and her (us). She didn’t meet my father until she was 32 and I came along about 2 years later. My father was an old man of 40 (5/21/72) when he met mom. He was killed by a
[to be continued]
Bob’s Story
1/10/30 (5:15pm) It’s 5:15pm. My name is Robert Baker and I am starting my journal right now. Why? Because I want to keep a record of my life and adventures. I hope I have lots of adventures in my life. Today I am sixteen and I just got my driver’s licence. I was born sixteen years ago, January 10, 2014. At 12:15am. I got this notebook for the start of school in September. That’s all for now. Mom wants me to go to the store and run errands...here we go. I am free!
Sue’s Story
1/10/30 - Dear Diary, I just got home from school. I have a lot of homework to get to. I wanted to say something in here while I was in one of my classes but I didn’t have my diary in my backpack. I forgot to throw it in before getting on the school bus this morning. Now I forgot what I was going to write. Mom’s calling me downstairs for something.
I’m back. Mom is going to have another baby. That makes six of us in this house as a family. I’m the second born. I already said all this before. Lets see I have one brother older than me, John Jr. (15). One brother younger, James Robert (Jimmy, Jimbo, Jimbob, Jimcabob). He’s about two years old now (Dec. 25, 2018) that was some Christmas present. My younger sister, Sarah is ten. I am eleven (12 on July 4, 2018). I was an Independence Day gift to my parents as they say all the time. Back upstairs to my bedroom. I share with Sarah. I already wrote that before. I got to stop repeating things I already wrote. It takes up space in this little diary (pink covered...there I go again). I guess I could get another diary or write in notebooks. They seem less childish. Or use an online blog. Yeah, I’ll do both. Or transcribe from the diary to my blog (save the writing on a computer and back that up on flashdrives/ thumbdrives/ CDs are becoming obsolete and who knows how long the internet will last...forever I guess unless the world ends). Blah Blah Blah. DO MY HOMEWORK! BYE! LATER:)
Bob’s Story
1/11/30 (12:22pm) I’m in the school cafeteria. Just finished eating lunch. Writing some of my day. Want to be out driving. I have gym next @12:45pm. I heard that we have to square dance to day in gym class. I’ll probably pick Ashley Adams. I like her and she is on the girls side. I spot her from time to time. She doesn’t know I exist. I have her pic on my phone. She let me take it. But I think she just likes having her picture (pic, for short) taken. She friended me on facebook etc./ &tc. so I am confused. Does she like me? Does she know I exist or what? Or does she just friend everybody. I think I’ll bring it up in gym. See what’s up. Later.
Sue’s Story
1/11/30 It is 12:22pm in my lunch period. Had gym before lunch. I’d rather have it after. What’re you going to do? Got my period during. How embarrassing! Wearing shorts at the time. White shorts. Called mom and told her. She can’t come. She doesn’t need to. I’m not a baby anymore, hence the period to prove it. Blah! Headache here. Mom’s pregnant and now I am impregnable (spell-check here). Finish eating and then sit in the gym and watch them square dance between classes.
Saw an older boy at 12:40pm. Don’t know his name. Never saw him before. He’d be in the H.S. part of the building. We share the gym & cafeteria with K-12. He’s talking to Ashley Adams. She’s an 11th grader. So maybe he is too. He is cute...handsome. There’s something I like about him already. He’s tall and strong looking. My hormones are working overtime here. Calm down girl-woman. Settle down and breath. Try to get his attention. Put this away and do something. Later...bye.
Bob’s Story
1/11/30 (7:15pm). My homework was easy today and we (me & mom) had pizza & soda delivered. I wanted to go and get it but she didn’t want me to drive in the snow and ice. Whatever. I’ll have my whole life to drive. Who knows how much time I’ll have with her. She is like 50 years old (9/11/80) correction she is 49 until September 11th of this year (2030). I wonder what the future holds for me and her (us). She didn’t meet my father until she was 32 and I came along about 2 years later. My father was an old man of 40 (5/21/72) when he met mom. He was killed by a
[to be continued]
Saturday, December 21, 2013
The Fires of Time: Stranded
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 tendancy to do from time to time.
"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...
My mission is to be the time traveler's father. No details were given. That is all he said in explaination. 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 quisine 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.
....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.
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.
Chapter 5: 2014-01-11.1200
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]
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 tendancy to do from time to time.
"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...
My mission is to be the time traveler's father. No details were given. That is all he said in explaination. 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 quisine 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.
....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.
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.
Chapter 5: 2014-01-11.1200
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]
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