It’s not enough... the white walls that smell like bleach, the drone of the machines around me, the sweet swoosh of air that goes in and out.... the touch, the touch is like the sweetest elixir. The feel of skin on mine, the warm brush of the nurse’s arm as she straightens my blankets and checks the numerous colored cables that keep me alive. The world around me is a parade of white and teal, hands and machines. Faces are blurry at best, and few and far between as I lapse in and out of my two different nightmares. Thankfully, I feel no physical pain.... it is the emotional pain that continuously racks twists my soul.
I have a name, yet I have not heard it pass the lips of those who care for me. To them I am Jane... they know nothing of me, or how I came to be in my present condition. In muted whispers they have contemplated my life just as they would the latest episode of a tawdry soap opera. Within the span of a week I was a University student, a fed up housewife found wandering the streets in nothing but my housecoat, and my personal favorite, a hooker left for dead with a box full of contraband illusion discs by my side. They should concentrate more on getting me out of this hell rather than creating new ones for me. I have experienced most of them for myself for I am Gia Sydney and I am a time traveller...
Last week began as just an ordinary day, I woke up and started on a journey... to some that may seem a bit out of the ordinary, but for me it was just standard operating procedures at Unit 76. I have been doing this for the past four years, my first journey taking me to the year 1776 to document the life of our first president, and to retrieve artifacts from that time. Artifacts, and a DNA sample of George Washington. In 2048 Unit 76 was created by the Scientific Senate and the President to began a breakthrough type of historical research by collecting DNA to clone and bring to life the great leaders and historical figures of our past generations to be interviewed and to be educated by. The years following the great quake in California had shown our country and the world the need for knowledge and the need for strong historical roots. For ten years geneticists, engineers, anthropologists, archeologists and one man, Thomas Matthews , worked in secrecy at the desert facility that was once known as Area 51. In 2038 Thomas Matthews discovered a small device on one of the abandoned space craft held in the infamous Area 51. This device, when touched at it’s center, could send someone to the exact time and place that the person was thinking of. Just merely thinking. Matthews took this device and instead of using it for his own or others profit, brought it to the Scientific Senate; the branch of our new government that oversaw space exploration, medical research. They were the keepers of the keys of Area 51. Lucien Darnoff, then Senior Senator of Scientific development saw it as a valuable tool and key not only to our future, but our past. We are taught history so we would not make the mistakes of our past, it is a noble thought.... yet we keep on repeating our mistakes, at least our country’s leaders have. There have been no more Washington’s, Lincoln’s, JFK and RFK’s... there has been no one that has made an impact on our world in a positive way since Martin Luther King, Plato, DaVinci, Madame Curie, Mother Theresah, or Queen Elizabeth the first, no Beethoven, Mozart... No John, Paul, George or Ringo.... with all the technology and toys our society has developed we have been starving for a cultural Renaissance. Our lives have become cold and sanitary. Children are no longer conceived ‘naturally’, but by in-vitro and you have to have a permit. Fast food, tobacco, alcohol and street drugs are a thing of the past. People no longer seek destroy their bodies, but to perfect them healthily along with their minds. The Quake of 2017 found two thirds of California real estate, the country’s richest farm lands, in the ocean, forcing us to re-evaluate our priorities because of the food shortage that followed. The once grey and uninhabitable moon that circled our planet is now the most fertile planet in our solar system thanks to our Scientific Senate and Lucien Darnoff. The Scientific Senate and it’s vast staff of the most brilliant minds of the 21st Century have saved the country and the world twice over thanks to their efforts. The vast war scarred deserts of Afghanistan, Iraq and Iran are now the greener than the Brazilian rain forests. It’s not all utopian fantasy... men and women are now getting their highs by ‘tuning’ their brains into illusion discs, sometimes rendering themselves into vegetables. The United States and India are embroiled in a technological ‘Cold War’.... I guess we reap what we sow. Those who don’t have mathematical or scientific aptitude are pretty much branded outcasts, they are the forgotten. Yet what we have forgotten is that they are the ones who we should be seeking out instead of using our modern and alien technology to bring back the ‘best and the brightest’. Our children have become creatively constipated. We no longer have music or art in our schools... music of the past is listened to, bands of the future pretty much play cover songs of the bands of the early 21st century. Creativity has become considered a frivolous past time, a ‘chore’ given to those who are now considered servant class society. Why is it that a world that prides itself on ‘breeding’ the most brilliant children in the world cannot see that art and music are part of that brilliance and should be celebrated?
I digress. I can say that though. I was blessed with great scientific aptitude... at the age of three I was taking apart and rebuilding the family computer. I am, however, a 20th Century junkie.... I love the music of the 20th century, I love to paint, write poetry, I study the works of Ghandi and King, I love to create. My parents often found themselves having to corral me back into the lab, and I would gently remind them to be thankful I’m not down in the Underground swilling Pepsi and popping cheeseburgers. A week ago I was a Chrononaut, a time traveling astronaut. A week ago I was a walking, talking human being... now I am a voice in a shell, screaming as I fall into nightmares, and screaming from behind lifeless eyes.
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March 4th, 2053 0500hrs.
Unit 76 Commons
“Good morning Lt. Bailey...” I smiled and yawned as I returned the salute of one of the new Jr. Officers to find their way to the chow hall at Unit 76. Most of the upper echelon wouldn’t be found dead eating in the chow hall with all the green earned nubs; I however remember what it was like to be one of those green eared nubs, and I found their enthusiasm contagious and much needed on most mornings. This was one of those mornings. After six solid weeks of star charting and time jumping I have been through three major wars, the plague, and we still had yet to collect the DNA sample of one Nikolai Romanoff. The Czar was a ghost.... just as elusive in his own time as he is in our current history books, he and the infamous Anastasia. Our historians have been giddy at attempting to make this DNA find, to finally know what really happened to the Romanoff family. The Chrononaut team have been worked overtime.... and it’s starting to show, a little mistake here and there.
I have a name, yet I have not heard it pass the lips of those who care for me. To them I am Jane... they know nothing of me, or how I came to be in my present condition. In muted whispers they have contemplated my life just as they would the latest episode of a tawdry soap opera. Within the span of a week I was a University student, a fed up housewife found wandering the streets in nothing but my housecoat, and my personal favorite, a hooker left for dead with a box full of contraband illusion discs by my side. They should concentrate more on getting me out of this hell rather than creating new ones for me. I have experienced most of them for myself for I am Gia Sydney and I am a time traveller...
Last week began as just an ordinary day, I woke up and started on a journey... to some that may seem a bit out of the ordinary, but for me it was just standard operating procedures at Unit 76. I have been doing this for the past four years, my first journey taking me to the year 1776 to document the life of our first president, and to retrieve artifacts from that time. Artifacts, and a DNA sample of George Washington. In 2048 Unit 76 was created by the Scientific Senate and the President to began a breakthrough type of historical research by collecting DNA to clone and bring to life the great leaders and historical figures of our past generations to be interviewed and to be educated by. The years following the great quake in California had shown our country and the world the need for knowledge and the need for strong historical roots. For ten years geneticists, engineers, anthropologists, archeologists and one man, Thomas Matthews , worked in secrecy at the desert facility that was once known as Area 51. In 2038 Thomas Matthews discovered a small device on one of the abandoned space craft held in the infamous Area 51. This device, when touched at it’s center, could send someone to the exact time and place that the person was thinking of. Just merely thinking. Matthews took this device and instead of using it for his own or others profit, brought it to the Scientific Senate; the branch of our new government that oversaw space exploration, medical research. They were the keepers of the keys of Area 51. Lucien Darnoff, then Senior Senator of Scientific development saw it as a valuable tool and key not only to our future, but our past. We are taught history so we would not make the mistakes of our past, it is a noble thought.... yet we keep on repeating our mistakes, at least our country’s leaders have. There have been no more Washington’s, Lincoln’s, JFK and RFK’s... there has been no one that has made an impact on our world in a positive way since Martin Luther King, Plato, DaVinci, Madame Curie, Mother Theresah, or Queen Elizabeth the first, no Beethoven, Mozart... No John, Paul, George or Ringo.... with all the technology and toys our society has developed we have been starving for a cultural Renaissance. Our lives have become cold and sanitary. Children are no longer conceived ‘naturally’, but by in-vitro and you have to have a permit. Fast food, tobacco, alcohol and street drugs are a thing of the past. People no longer seek destroy their bodies, but to perfect them healthily along with their minds. The Quake of 2017 found two thirds of California real estate, the country’s richest farm lands, in the ocean, forcing us to re-evaluate our priorities because of the food shortage that followed. The once grey and uninhabitable moon that circled our planet is now the most fertile planet in our solar system thanks to our Scientific Senate and Lucien Darnoff. The Scientific Senate and it’s vast staff of the most brilliant minds of the 21st Century have saved the country and the world twice over thanks to their efforts. The vast war scarred deserts of Afghanistan, Iraq and Iran are now the greener than the Brazilian rain forests. It’s not all utopian fantasy... men and women are now getting their highs by ‘tuning’ their brains into illusion discs, sometimes rendering themselves into vegetables. The United States and India are embroiled in a technological ‘Cold War’.... I guess we reap what we sow. Those who don’t have mathematical or scientific aptitude are pretty much branded outcasts, they are the forgotten. Yet what we have forgotten is that they are the ones who we should be seeking out instead of using our modern and alien technology to bring back the ‘best and the brightest’. Our children have become creatively constipated. We no longer have music or art in our schools... music of the past is listened to, bands of the future pretty much play cover songs of the bands of the early 21st century. Creativity has become considered a frivolous past time, a ‘chore’ given to those who are now considered servant class society. Why is it that a world that prides itself on ‘breeding’ the most brilliant children in the world cannot see that art and music are part of that brilliance and should be celebrated?
I digress. I can say that though. I was blessed with great scientific aptitude... at the age of three I was taking apart and rebuilding the family computer. I am, however, a 20th Century junkie.... I love the music of the 20th century, I love to paint, write poetry, I study the works of Ghandi and King, I love to create. My parents often found themselves having to corral me back into the lab, and I would gently remind them to be thankful I’m not down in the Underground swilling Pepsi and popping cheeseburgers. A week ago I was a Chrononaut, a time traveling astronaut. A week ago I was a walking, talking human being... now I am a voice in a shell, screaming as I fall into nightmares, and screaming from behind lifeless eyes.
***
March 4th, 2053 0500hrs.
Unit 76 Commons
“Good morning Lt. Bailey...” I smiled and yawned as I returned the salute of one of the new Jr. Officers to find their way to the chow hall at Unit 76. Most of the upper echelon wouldn’t be found dead eating in the chow hall with all the green earned nubs; I however remember what it was like to be one of those green eared nubs, and I found their enthusiasm contagious and much needed on most mornings. This was one of those mornings. After six solid weeks of star charting and time jumping I have been through three major wars, the plague, and we still had yet to collect the DNA sample of one Nikolai Romanoff. The Czar was a ghost.... just as elusive in his own time as he is in our current history books, he and the infamous Anastasia. Our historians have been giddy at attempting to make this DNA find, to finally know what really happened to the Romanoff family. The Chrononaut team have been worked overtime.... and it’s starting to show, a little mistake here and there.
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