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Time Travel Trouble Chapter 1
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It was another late night for the
young scientist. Being only 24 she had excelled in her
field as a prodigy. The young woman was alone in the
facility, still tampering with the project she had been
meticulously slaving over for the past several months
now. She brushed a strand of long auburn hair out of her
face as she checked her notes for the twelfth time. Her
blue eyes scanned over them with ease. She understood
everything and according to her math it should work
The petite woman stood up and
walked over to the machine. She stood only about 5’ 1”
and was of a small build. Her white lab coat dwarfed her
body as she leaned over to inspect the control panel of
the machine. Her nametag hung carelessly from he right
breast pocket. “Dr. Alina Kirkpatrick” it said in bright
bold letters. She tapped a few buttons on the touch
screen of the control panel of the gargantuan machine.
“It’s ready.” She stated breathily, admiring her work,
the time machine.
The year is 2125; time
travel is not uncommon but highly regulated. As a young
scientist she had the pleasure of working on a time
machine for the company she worked for. The team she
worked with was small, with only two other members. They
were not as dedicated as she was. She poured everything
she had into it, often sleeping in the office as she
worked late into the night. She often didn’t have time
for bathroom breaks either, that’s what the protective
underwear was for that she wore under her business
attire. It wasn't like she had any friends or family to
miss her either. Her small one bedroom apartment often
felt cold and lonely. At least here she could bask in
the glow of the machine.
"Now to try it out."
She smiled to herself. It was late and the laboratory
closed hours ago. She wore a devious smile as she shed
her lab coat and haphazardly threw it to the wayside.
She'd go in and come back and no one would be the wiser.
She tapped a few buttons on the machine as it whirred to
life. She typed in a year, she always fascinated about
1950's United States. Since the Globalization Act of
2067 there were no more United States. No more any
country for that matter.
She stepped in the machine
and the laboratory was instantly engulfed in a blue
light. In an instant she, and the machine, were both
It was a normal day for the
35-year-old Charlotte Rodgers in suburban Indiana. She
was washing dishes waiting for her husband Steve to come
home. She wore a light blue dress with small white polka
dots on it and a flowered apron. Her brown hair was done
up like every day. She sighed, her house was quiet while
outside she could hear the neighborhood kids playing
kick the can in the warm summer afternoon. It hurt her
to hear them, as she could never have children of her
own. As a housewife, it was her job to produce and raise
children for her husband, just recently back from the
She opened her General
Electric refrigerator to pull out her pitcher of
lemonade, thinking that a nice cool drink will ease her
stirring mind. Suddenly a blue flash of light caught her
eye. Looking into her backyard from the kitchen window,
Charlotte gasped and dropped the glass pitcher to the
floor where it shattered. She didn’t care as her brown
eyes beheld something truly miraculous.
Sitting, half buried in her
yard was a giant machine unlike anything she had ever
seen before. And bigger than anything she had seen in
her life! And her husband drove a Buick Skylark!
Charlotte, being as curious as she was, decided to
investigate. She walked out her back door and to the
machine. Its chrome glistened in the late afternoon sun.
She hesitantly touched it with a lithe finger. The
machine stood around seven feet tall (though part of it
was in the ground) and was only about 3 feet wide. She
looked at the door, its steamed glass was cracked and
the more she looked, the more damaged it seemed to be.
Wires sparked and it groaned miserably. Curiously,
Charlotte opened the door, its hinges squeaked and
tumbling out of the contraption was a young woman.
Charlotte gasped and threw her hands to her mouth in
The woman was out cold.
Charlotte placed a shaking hand on the girl’s face,
brushing back a strand of her auburn hair. The girl
looked like she had fought the Nazi’s herself! Charlotte
looked over the bruised body of the girl; she had on a
red low-cut blouse, simply obscene! And she wore a
tight-fitting black skirt that had got jostled around in
whatever machine she came in. Charlotte looked closer at
the girl’s hips. Blushing a bit as she did so, she
discovered that the girl was wearing what appeared to be
a diaper. Puzzled, Charlotte carefully lifted the skirt
a bit higher, the blush never faltering from her face as
she did so.
It was confirmed that indeed
it was a diaper on the young woman’s hips. She looked at
it closely and didn’t recognize it as the disposable
brand that Johnson and Johnson had released a few years
ago. This was a bit larger than the standard baby diaper
(Though, if Charlotte had to guess, the young woman
could probably fit into one).
The young woman stirred a
bit. Charlotte looked around her large yard. It seemed
no one had noticed the strange machine yet. She wanted
to keep it that way. Rushing to the garage Charlotte
found the large tarp Steve had used as a painting tarp
when they painted the house, and threw it over the
machine. It looked odd, that was for sure, but hid the
Charlotte looked to the girl.
Unsure what to do she picked her up (due to the girls
small frame it was relatively easy) and carried her
Alina hurt all over. Her head
throbbed, her legs ached and her arms felt like pudding.
Slowly she opened her eyes and was greeted with the
harsh light of a nearby lamp. She groaned and moved a
bit, but it only sent pain through her spine and she
Her ears caught the sound of faint
footsteps approaching her. Panic rose in Alina’s gut.
Wherever she was, she was found out. She had a small
plasma shocker in her lab pocket she kept in case her
coworker was being too handsy again. As she slowly moved
her hand to her waist where she kept it she felt the lab
coat wasn’t there.
Damn. She thought,
remembering she had taken off her lab coat when she got
in the machine. Everything was starting to come back to
her. The time machine, the flash, alarm sirens, and then
nothing. She tried to remember the date she set it for.
1954. She could only pray silently that she had somehow
made it. Alina tried to open her eyes again, this time
the light seemed less harsh.
There was a figure standing over
her, it was blurry at first. All Alina could think of
was that she was somehow transported to the planet
Diablek. But as her focus started to increase she made
out the figure to be human. Alina’s mouth was dry as she
tried to ask who the creature was. The creature spoke
“My name is Charlotte.” The
creature said in plain English. Alina could make out the
voice to be feminine in nature.
“I…” Alina started to speak but her
throat was too dry.
“Shhh.” The woman cut her off. “You
went through quite a debacle there. But don’t worry,
Mommy’s here.” Though her thought processes were slowed
probably due to a concussion, Alina was still shocked.
“Wha?” She managed to croak out as
her vision returned and she was met with the kind face
of a brunette woman. Her hair was done up in a pristine
fashion and she wore an outfit similar to those she has
seen in the digital library in old history files.
“You need your rest.” The woman
said in a kind voice, stroking a hand along Alina’s
cheek. The touch was somehow comforting to the young
woman who received it.
“Where am I?” Alina choked out,
trying to sit up, but pain rocketed through her body.
The woman identified as Charlotte gently pushed her
shoulders back onto the couch.
“Oh dear, you must have hit your
head pretty hard.” She commented. “You’re in
Indianapolis, Indiana dear.” Alina looked at her with a
confused expression and she licked her lips with her dry
“United States?” She asked.
Charlotte peaked a curious eyebrow and nodded slowly.
Alina smiled a bit. “What year is it?” She asked as her
voice started to return.
“1954.” Charlotte answered,
confused herself as to why the girl needed to know the
Alina closed her eyes and smiled
victoriously. “It worked.” She whispered triumphantly.
“What did dear?” Charlotte asked,
curiously. Alina bit her lip as her eyes popped open.
“My machine? Where is it?” She
asked, trying to get up and grimacing through the pain.
Charlotte tried to push Alina back onto the couch she
had been laying on but Alina was too stubborn.
“The machine that crashed into my
backyard?” Charlotte asked, getting Alina to sit down.
“My husband is working on breaking it apart.”
“What!?” Alina yelled, standing up
in a rush, she didn’t care about the pain anymore. “You
stupid woman! You broke my machine!?” She snapped,
looking at Charlotte with fire in her eyes.
“It was already broken when you got
here.” Charlotte crossed her arms, being older and
taller than the young woman gave her the advantage. “It
looked like a hunk of junk from an old jalopy!” She
scoffed. Alina ran a hand through her hair, as her eyes
grow wide with disbelief.
“…Now I’m stuck here…” She
muttered, sitting back on the couch. It was then that
the pain registered and she yelled in agony.
“Calm down.” Charlotte helped her
lay back down. “You should really rest for now.” She
suggested. Alina groaned.
“Can I at least have something to
drink?” She asked, her throat feeling like sandpaper
that was on fire.
“I have milk!” Charlotte broke out
into a smile. “The milkman came by this morning.” She
explained as she walked into the kitchen and opened her
refrigerator and pulled out a glass bottle of milk. She
poured it into a glass and handed it to Alina, who
painfully sat up. She grabbed the glass but nearly
dropped it due to her injuries.
“Damn…” She cursed under her
“Here, let me help.” Charlotte said
kindly as she placed the glass to Alina’s lips to let
the girl drink. The parched girl gulped down the milk
quickly. “My, what a thirsty girl.” Charlotte smiled
sweetly as milk dribbled down Alina’s chin. She quickly
finished the milk and a yawn quickly overtook her. “You
should get to bed, it’s getting late. Come along.”
Charlotte helped Alina get to her feet, but once again,
her body was rocketed with pain all over. She yelped and
fell back to the couch.
Charlotte frowned. She gingerly
picked up the petite girl and carried her to their spare
room, just across the hall from her and her husband’s.
It was a bland room, at some point there seemed to be
plans for it, the walls were painted a light pink. There
was a twin-sized bed in the room. To the side there were
the wooden parts to what seemed to be a crib. Charlotte
set Alina on the mattress. “I’ll go get a blanket for
you.” She smiled and hurried out of the room.
Alina took this time to absorb her
surroundings. It was just like her book files had said
the 1950’s looked. She looked over to an unused changing
table sitting by the window. The room seemed to be a
never-finished nursery. Charlotte came back into the
room with a blanket and a pillow. “This should do
nicely.” She smiled, setting the pillow under Alina’s
head and draping the blanket over her.
“Charlotte?” Alina asked, her cold
blue eyes meeting the warm brown ones. “What was this
room?” She asked and immediately saw the woman’s face
grow somber and dark.
“I…” She started to say, breaking
eye contact with Alina. “I was pregnant once. The baby
she…didn’t make it.” She explained, her eyes starting to
gloss over with tears. Alina, being the textbook
socially awkward scientist without any friends or social
skills to speak of pressed further.
“Didn’t make it to term?
Stillbirth? Miscarriage?” Alina pried for information
and Charlotte’s face grew distant.
“Still birth…” She whispered the
words as if anyone hearing her would try and kill her
for saying them. “The doctors don’t know what caused
“Well it could have been a variety
of things,” Alina pressed on, glad that at least she was
making conversation with the woman. “Did you smoke
cigarettes at all? Have any alcohol? Then there could be
genetic factors, undiagnosed diseases…” Alina rattled
off; while she never practiced medicine it still
“Enough.” Charlotte interrupted,
her voice no longer carrying the sweet tone it had
earlier. Alina bit her lip. “You should go to bed.” She
stated, her voice firm and demanding. “Goodnight.” She
spun around and turned off the light to the room and
shut the door, engulfing the room in complete darkness.
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