Larry the Time Traveler
What happens if you get the ability to time travel, but you can’t conrol it?
Hello my dear reader!
I don’t know in what century will this reach you, but I hope you are having a good day wherever and whenever you are.
You probably have no idea how this happened to end up on your electronic device or a stone tablet that you are reading it from.
If it is the former I can tell you that I’m a time traveler and I managed to post this somewhen around your time, if the latter you have no idea what time travel is so… well moving on.
My name is Larry and one day at aaaa… ehm… adult party with my wife. I took a pill that knocked me out senseless. And I gotta say that I went through horrible hangovers in my life, but waking up in a completely different century was one hell of a ride.
Especially because, as I found out, king Arthur’s knights didn’t appreciate a skinny dude with colorful tattoos over his whole body in a thong crashing their lovely table. Long story short — They locked me up, ready to burn me as a demon from different world.
I thought I was going to die there. I really did. Which is often the case with hangovers. Luckily they took so much time to figure out what to do with me that I fell asleep and to my surprise I woke up on the other side of the planet about fifteen hundred years later.
At woodstock festival, that was also one hell of a ride. Unfortunately since the woodstock atmoshpere was so tiring I passed out pretty soon and jumped another three hundred years into the future!
Let me tell you.
Future.Is. Insane.
We still don’t have flying cars but there are robots everywhere! The population decline was so horrible and continues to be a thing because people enjoy fucking robots more than each other.
So we didn’t kill each other yet but it seems that humanity will eventually die of old age.
They also moved from social constructs of the past and anyone can literally be anything and it kinda works.
The mechanical and biological enhancements help it a bit though.
To be honest, seeing all those people not having proper realitonships really made me want to go home. To see my wife again. But the more I tried to jump back into 2023 the further away I got.
From ancient Rome to Egypt to California in the sixties and then to the roaring nineties of the Czech Republic after the iron curtain fell - I got robbed there and got the shit beaten out of me, luckily once I passed ou I moved to the future and then back again.
Never having enough time to actually figure out the plan.
One time I hit 2023 again… but I fell asleep on the plane home so...
Anyway… You must wonder “why is this crazy person telling me all this?”
Well because right now I sit here eons in the future, looking at the literal end of the world and if my sleeping pills won’t kick in soon… I’m going to end with it.