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Ever
wonder why a seemingly normal person totally loses it and becomes a terrorist?
Read on dear friend… Man of the Year By A.
A. Roberts “Fuck Einstein. Fuck the Theory of Relativity. Fuck all of the little pinheads who’ve ever
decided to play God.” These are my thoughts as I stare numbly
at my brand new Glock 40. The words
cycle over and over again in my head stoking the fires of my fury. The bastards stole everything from me. In the end I could give a shit about the
stores, or the house, or the car, but they took my one true love from me. They took my wife. A bead of sweat trickles down my
forehead tracing the weathered lines etched in my face. I admit I’m nervous. This is not who I am… who I was. I’m not a Navy Seal, I’m a bookstore owner for
Christ’s sake. I’m not leaving this
place alive. I have nothing left to
live for. I just want to take as many of
the bastards with me as I can. *** It started with little things… a
misplaced set of keys, thinking it’s one day when it’s really another, fish
gone missing in the aquarium… a hundred little events that the average person
might write off to an aging memory. The
average person doesn’t live next to a DARPA research facility. I opened my bookstore on the outskirts
of town back in 1984. It was located in an old outbuilding that was part of an
early 20th century mill complex.
The state had ponyed up some funds for a renovation, and I was the first
one to move in. Being first, I got a real
sweet deal on the lease, and the town got its first bookstore. They even installed a bus stop right in front
of my shop. I set my place up so you could actually
sit down and read the book you just bought, enjoy a cup of coffee, a cookie or
a brownie and just relax. My wife Lisa supplied
the to-die-for sweets, and the place was a hit the day it opened. No one had ever done anything like that
before. The small state college on the
other side of town had a bookstore, but it just stocked what the kids needed
for classes. They came to my place for
escape. Lisa and I were in heaven. Our store had a homey feel to it, warm,
secure and subsumed with a pervasive feeling of family. The building I leased also came with a two
bedroom apartment above the store. We
had two thousand square feet of renovated mill space with cathedral ceilings
and original brickwork. It was
beautiful. We decorated our abode together
over the course of a year making it uniquely ours. At night when it rained and the droplets bounced
off the old metal roof Lisa would giggle and sing “Love Shack” to me. Then the suits bought the rest of the mill
complex and handed it over to the pinheads who set up a research facility. Oh, sure, they came into my store and were
good customers. They were an eclectic
bunch of nerds and military types who tended to buy on either end of the literary
spectrum. They either picked up hardcore
physics tomes or science fiction. That
should have tipped me off. In 1985 India with the aid of the USSR,
successfully invaded Pakistan, and the whole tone of the lab changed. The Cold War went frigid and I suspect Reagan
had ramped us up to DEFCON 1. The world
was teetering on the edge of judgment day, and the pinheads had a plan to do
something about it. Before they were just
academics playing with new toys. Now
they were men on a mission. I supposed
their intentions were noble, but their crusade to fix things erased my life. They brought in a collection of massive
electronic equipment. I watched them install a power substation at the back of
the building, and many a night the lights went dim as they went about their
research. Being curious I poked and
prodded at them when they came into my store, but they would just smile and
claim it was a national security issue. My store’s rise to success seemed to be
the inverse of the success of America’s foreign interests. The shop became so successful that people
were coming from all of the neighboring towns to visit. The cash was rolling in and several investors
took notice. Two years after India
absorbed Pakistan, reversing the split state that the British had forced on
them, I opened up three new stores in the surrounding cities. Iraq and Iran never saw it coming. They were so busy filling body bags in their
own quest to annihilate each other that they never dreamed the USSR would pour down
through Turkmenistan, Armenia and Azerbaijan.
A flood of armor, airpower and infantry crushed Iran in five days. Imagine Saddam Hussein’s surprise when they
didn’t stop at the border, and he lost his country in a magnificent display of
shock and awe. Iraq was the second American ally in two
years to be subsumed by socialist powers.
Reagan ranted and raved, but they USSR claimed their “pacification” of
the two warring nations was for the good of their people. There would be no more warring between Shia
and Sunni… God did not exist in the Soviet state. That whole communist dominos thing was
playing out in the Middle East and the only card the US was willing to play was
the threat of mutually assured destruction… but it was only a threat. Reagan needed something drastic that wouldn’t
render humanity extinct and guess where he played his cards… in my
backyard. That was the year they did
their first test. Both Lisa and I were home that
night. We heard a bang when some big
piece of metallic equipment locked in place.
The generators at the back of the complex kicked in and made a whine
like a banshee on steroids. There was a
flash of brilliant bright light and then it was done. The generators spun down, and our world
returned to a more peaceful state. The next day seemed no different than
any other except for my lack of sleep. My
keys weren’t where I left them, but as my wife would have pointed out that was
nothing new. Then Lisa claimed an entire
batch of brownies had gone missing, and I discovered an order of history books
that I know I had put on the shelves
was gone. We wrote it off to a twitchy
memory and quickly forgot about the incident. By 1990 the world had gotten to be a
very, very dangerous place. Bush, the
father, was drowning in world events that he had no control over. China absorbed Viet Nam, Laos and Cambodia in
lightening quick storm trooper operations and formed the SCC (Sino Communist
Collective). The USSR and the SCC signed the
Communist Cooperation Act and pooled each other’s economies to become the
world’s foremost trading partners. Gorbachev
and Deng Xio Ping formulated their “new” brand of communism
which opened up their markets to free trade with less central governmental control. Their economies exploded as did India’s which
subsequently became one of their trading partners. Bush on the other hand, in is his zeal
to protect our established interests abroad was dumping trillions of dollars
into the military. The US economy was
turning to shit and in ’92 the American
people said to hell with Bush and elected Robert Dole… the new boss was the
same as the old boss… I guess people needed escape from the
turbulent world around them. Despite an
economy that was in a constant state of recession, my stores remained
successful. Through it all Lisa and I stayed
on in our little apartment above our first store… it was home. The pinheads had been doing three or
four tests a year, and every time we heard that fucking bang, something would
go missing the next day. Then in 1995 Lisa
and I got really scared when our twin Mercedes disappeared. They had been replaced by twin Cadillacs. At first we thought it was some kind of joke
until we saw that they were registered in our name. That was when I began to realize these
strange events were more than just a case of bad memory. It turned out it wasn’t just the cars, but I
was short two whole stores! How the fuck
could you lose a store? Lisa and I
poured through our books and to our confusion, it was as if the stores in
Walnut Creek and Orlando had never existed. We were scared and didn’t know what to
do. I hadn’t put two and two together
yet, and it just didn’t occur to me that it might be the science experiments
going on in my backyard. Lisa insisted on
flying out to Orlando to see with her own two eyes what had happened to our
store. It had been one of our biggest shops,
and we had fond memories of visiting Disney World at its grand opening. The day Lisa left Connors walked into my
store and bought the book that gave me my epiphany. Connors was the Project leader for all the
secret work going on behind my store. He
was a pleasant enough guy, pretty unassuming, in his late sixties, whose plain
features seemed permanently fixed in a noncommittal expression. We exchanged pleasantries as he checked
out, and when I saw the title of the book I froze. “Symmetry, Causality, Mind” by Michael Leyton The word “Causality” flashed like a red
warning sign in my mind’s eye. The
pinheads had been coming into my store so often that there was another couple
of words that I’d picked up from their private conversations… “temporal change”. “Is anything wrong?” I remember snapping out my reverie and
thinking, “Is anything wrong? I’m
missing two stores and two cars what the fuck are you guys up to in my
backyard?” In retrospect I wish I had said that,
but I was in a state of denial. I
apologized and bagged the book for him.
One simple little question might have saved all of our lives. That week was their moon shot
moment. All the stupid little tests
they’d done were in preparation for this one defining event. I actually saw him escorted into the
DARPA facility. Ten black limos pulled
up. One of the kids in the store motioned
everyone over to the window where I joined them. I’d never seen so many generals in one spot
before. They gathered around the middle
limo and a fairly short guy got out. He
was a lot younger at that point. He had
a full head of blond hair, a taut wiry, muscular frame honed by years of
practicing Judo and those piercing blue eyes.
There was no mistaking who he was.
That night they started up their machine,
and the next morning my life was ripped apart.
I woke up in a drab, dreary bachelor pad above a bookstore that had gone
bankrupt the week before. I didn’t
realize any of this at first, but after going through my mail, the files on my
computer and the internet I was able to figure out this new reality. I walked around in a daze sure that I
had gone insane. My first thoughts were
of Lisa, and I searched frantically for her.
Eventually I called her mother who obviously didn’t know who I was. Mary and I had always had a good
relationship, but it was apparent I was scaring her. She wouldn’t give me Lisa’s phone number… I’m
sure she thought I was a psycho. I stumbled around in a walking coma for
a week. I felt totally disassociated
from reality. They don’t have a term for
the state of depression I was in. My
world had simply vanished and along with it the love of my life. My heart didn’t simply break it was torn
apart. The postman had shoved the Time magazine
“Man of the Year” edition through the mail slot in the front door of the store
the day before. I looked down on it and saw
those steely blue eyes staring back at me from a much older Vladimer Putin. A week ago when he was being escorted
into the facility by a gaggle of generals he had been much younger, but there
was no denying those eyes. I tore
through the magazine and poured over his life story and Russia’s recent
history. I remember screaming to no one,
“THEY NEVER INVADED AFGHANISTAN!” The red warning signs lit in my head
again… causality… temporal change. The
answers were there, but there were also too many questions. The questions needed to be answered. That’s when I bought the Glock. Conners was not a brave man. He was a geek dressed up as a manager. He lived alone in a large house a few miles
from the facility so I had no problem conducting a thorough interrogation. He admitted to me that they had indeed
sent an agent back to alter events with their new toy. He explained how only those that were sealed
in the temporal bubble generated by their machine would have any conscious
recollection of what had changed. He
surmised that the bubble must have been bigger than they had accounted for and
had extended over my store. I was
blessed with the knowledge of change… or cursed. Had Lisa been in the bubble with me and not
in Orlando would we still have been together? I screamed at Connors, “My wife is gone
you mother fucker! You stole my entire
life! You know what I had! It is all gone!” Connors was in tears as he pleaded, “I’m
sorry about that, terribly sorry, but it was for the good of the nation!” “For
the good of the Nation!? Have you read
about 9/11!? Have you read about
Iraq? WMD’s? How is this world any better? ” The
pathetic little bastard whined, “We’re going to fix that too. We’re going to send another agent back
tonight… a Muslim!” “Fix it!” I spit at him. I stared at him for what
seemed like an eternity trying to work things out in my head. “Fix it…
What happens if the machine is destroyed when it’s spun up?” His look of fear was comical. He hesitated to answer and I traced the sight
of my Glock to his groin. “It will all be gone! It will be as if none of it ever
existed! The temporal environment spans
all time so it would cease to exist in all timelines.” Finally news that brought a smile… “I guess it’s all relative,” …and the gun went
bang. *** These fuckers played the “what if”
scenario until it erased my life. I’ve
become something I never was… a psycho shaped by their causality. As of this morning I’m a murderer. In a few moments I’m going to become a
temporal terrorist… the first and only in all of history. The backpack at my feet contains 75
pounds of ANFO explosive and a dead man’s switch… that would be me. I’m literally going to erase these fuckers
like they erased my life. Yes I’m
bitter, but I guess in the end I am hopeful for one thing… God bless America… enjoy your new timeline.