Journal Entry #245 December 6th 1941 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 19th 2017
The spooks did the unthinkable. They warned the government of the pending Japanese attack. I’m not sure what to do now. There’s simply too many of them for me to attack alone. If I continue on tomorrow, the shockwave to the timestream won’t just change one branching universe, it could collapse the branch and collide with all other branches connected to it. It makes no sense. I’ll have to loop back. I can’t stay here tomorrow. If I do it will be too late.
Journal Entry #244 December 5th 1941 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 18th 2017
I’m not sure why the spooks decided to jump back two days before Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, but my guess is they want to change the outcome of the war. I’m not sure why. It doesn’t make much sense. The spooks have always tried to protect time, even to the detriment of their own agenda. Their footprints have been surgical. Even though they can flip back to their original timeline before the branching universe, they held the belief big changes could still change things permanently. And I can’t ignore the fact they’re this big event 48 hours away. I spent as much time as I could setting up my backstory and discovering the immediate surroundings. If I don’t figure what’s going on in 48 hours, I repeat the days and see what else I learn.
Journal Entry #243 January 2nd 2000 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 17th 2017
The world was a much simpler time before Nine Eleven. Simpler, I think, then even in Karen’s tumultuous decade of the 70’s. Optimism was commonplace. Now, much of the world is resigned to misery. I can’t say I haven’t been affected, but I still am an optimist at heart. I think that’s one of the things Karen loves about me. It’s certainly one of the things I love about her. I’m not sure what we’ll do tomorrow, but tonight I’ll spend one more hour with her and watch the silhouette of the city lights against the Hudson.
Journal Entry #242 January 1st 2000 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 16th 2017
After seeing myself again, I decided I needed a change of scenery. What better place than the turn of the new century. I was convinced Y2K would end the world. It was the last time I believed in conspiracy theories and the first time that time travel captivated me. I wanted to turn back time so I would have looked so foolish about being an idiot. It was a great day, and a great year for that matter. The only problem was I was with the wrong woman at the time. Karen is who I should have been with. That’s all fixed now.
Journal Entry #241 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 15th 2017
Day 28 of the time loop, and I had another drama free day with Karen. That is, until a future version of myself popped in for a visit. It was completely unexpected, and I still don’t understand how he did it, considering I was in a sealed off pocket universe at the time. This changes everything. While it may have only been a version of myself, I’m wondering what this means about other people popping in unannounced. My mirror converter completely missed it. He said he used a masking signature. Looks like I’m in another time travel arms race.
Journal Entry #240 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 14th 2017
Day 27 of the time loop, and it’s honestly the first time I feel like I can take a breath. I have backups in place and a daily routine to check for spooks across the time stream using the mirror converter. I have emergency triggers that will kick in if we don’t automatically signal them daily. It all means Karen and I have the peace of mind to enjoy the next month’s worth of time looping until we decide what to do next. Today we spent the afternoon at another fabulous restaurant and then practices playing music for hours. It was wonderful.
Journal Entry #239 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 13th 2017
Day 26 and the mirror converter shows the spooks are on the move, or at least the faction of spooks that don’t have their own mirror converter. It does appear they’ve had a plan all along to jump into this day in less than six months in an attempt to kill Karen and I. Since I know their plan, Karen and I agreed to stay here at least another month and decide what to do next. With the immediate threat of the spooks on the back burner, we can focus our time on enjoying life, and I’ll continue with my time travel research. I’ll check in daily, just to keep an eye on the spooks in case things change or they know that I know that they know.
Journal Entry #238 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 12th 2017
Day 25 of the time loop, and for the first time in awhile, I feel like I beat the spooks. The only problem is that every time I’ve had this feeling, something has always caught me off guard and brought be back to square one. The good thing is that this time, I have several back ups in play. Karen and I both have miniature emergency time devices embedded in our skin ready to take us back to a specific safe moment in time. I also know how the mirror converter and pocket universes work, so I can reconstruct it any time within the late twentieth century or later with no problem If I get stranded in time for some reason. I’m still devoting a reasonable about of time viewing the time stream for any anomalies, and while things are going well, I’m spending time with Karen enjoying all the five star restaurants and learning how to play the guitar. I still play like crap, but at least that’s better than I played a month ago, so progress.
Journal Entry #237 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 11th 2017
Day 24 of the time loop, and I’ve discovered a faction of the spooks know exactly what I do regarding the pure pocket universes and have their own version of the mirror converter. I shouldn’t be surprised, considering the multiverse literally has an infinite number of possible outcomes. The good news is that from what I can tell, the faction that possess that knowledge aren’t interested in interfering with branches of the timeline where I share the same knowledge. They’d rather go after low hanging fruit. At least that’s what I’ve been able to gather from the mirror converter and my time stream computer. That still leaves the spooks who lack a mirror converter. The good news there is that I’ll always have advanced warning when they plan on invading my current spacetime position. Theoretically, I’ll never have to run into them again.
Journal Entry #236 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 10th 2017
Day 23 of the time loop. The pocket universe I’ve created, combined with the mirror converter, revealed some shocking secrets about the spooks. I discovered the group has numerous variations in different sectors of the multiverse, but nearly all of them have roots in either law enforcement or university ethics departments. The nexus of their origin stems from a UC Berkeley course, Temporal Ethics, which the school founded thirty years in the future as a reaction to protests after my first major publicized breakthrough in time travel in 2023. Different factions formed, many of which the Republic of California corrupted after the Second Civil War in 2055. There is one breakaway faction, which appears more sympathetic to my cause. The faction has numerous law enforcement members, which frequently clash with the University.
Journal Entry #235 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 9th 2017
Day 22 of the time loop, and I think I may have a working prototype. I’ll have to run a few tests before I use it on the spooks, but the computer simulations look promising, and I haven’t had any negative reactions from the probes. We may be getting out of this loop sooner than I anticipated. I can only hope. Although, I don’t mind spending more time here with Karen, watching the same things happen over and over again does get a bit old.
Journal Entry #234 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 8th 2017
This is Karen. Bobbie gave me the honor of writing in his journal today. I’ve been asking him for awhile, and he finally agreed as long as he could add a sentence or two at the end. I don’t know much about time travel. Bobbie is the expert on that kind of stuff. All I wanted to say is that I love him, and I’m happy fate has turned the way it has. I know Bobbie hates running from everyone who’s been after us, and it hasn’t always been safe or easy, but if none of that stuff happened, we would never have met. I wouldn’t be here. So, I can’t say that I would do it any other way. I hope he can stop the bad guys, but no matter what happens, I’m glad I had a chance to glimpse the future and find someone I love.
Bobbie here. Karen really is an amazing woman. I know I’m not supposed to used the word really, but I don’t care. It was another great day. I spent most of the day acting like a tourist with Karen, but I did manage to discover a few secrets about the spooks. I’ll explore those more tomorrow.
Journal Entry #233 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 7th 2017
Day 20 of the time loop, and after searching on YouTube for how to build my guitar calluses faster, I came across Eric Clapton’s “secret elixir” of dipping my finger tips into alcohol. I even started pressing the hard end of one of my debit cards against my fingertips while I was working on other things. For the first time since I started practicing, the pain has more than halved. What little was left, I actually enjoyed. It was the feeling of progress. And I hit another milestone today. I finished my first blueprint for the mirror converter. The spooks have been absent from this time loop, but I did hop into a couple of pocket universes today to test out a few theories. I should have a working prototype in the next few days. Tomorrow, I’ll have a special treat for you. Karen is going to write my journal entry for me, but I’ll add a p.s. at the end.
Journal Entry #232 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 6th 2017
Day 19 in the time loop, and a feeling of optimism has crept in. Karen is noticeably perkier, and we spend the evening forgetting about time travel and sinking our teeth into some amazing rizzotto at one of the restaurants on our list. For the first time, we also didn’t feel guilty about learning to play instruments. Why should we, anyway? It’s our life! I had the luxury of running some tests early in the morning, and letting the computer run models on potential outcomes based on my designs for the mirror converter. All I needed to do was enter a few parameters, and the AI component of the program could recommend it’s own design changes and run additional simulations while we were away. I inspected the outcomes just before bed, and there were a few that looked promising. I’ll have the computer continue with the simulations while I sleep on it.
Journal Entry #231 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 5th 2017
Day 18 of the time loop, and after a few scares, I’m making faster progress than I expected. More dangers await, but at least how I need to beat the spooks is clear. I’m working on the mirror converter to pick up signals from other time streams while in a pocket universe. It’s the only way to avoid complete detection from the spooks but still read information and changes in the time stream from the outside. The beauty of this strategy is that I can create any pocket universe and the spooks will never find me. The only drawback is that I have to return back to some point in time when I exit the pocket universe. For the moment, that time and location is in this time loop. Karen was getting concerned the last few days, but now that she sees I have a strategy, I can see her mood has picked up. I’m not sure exactly how long it will take me to finish the mirror converter, but I’m hopeful I can get it done in under thirty days so I can leave this time loop earlier than expected.
Journal Entry #230 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 4th 2017
Day 17 of the time loop, and I broke through. I was under the wrong impression that changes to the time stream always create ripples. That’s true in all but one scenario. Changes don’t create ripples in time stream bubbles, which are essentially ruptures in spacetime that act as pocket universes sealed off from the multiverse. The thing is all pocket universes aren’t created the same. Some give off phantom ripples, which is what I detected from the spooks. Others are pure pocket universes. Quantum entanglement doesn’t apply in those cases because images are reflections and not true copies. This requires a mirror converter. I’ll have to work on that tomorrow.
Journal Entry #229 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 3rd 2017
My spying on the spooks nearly cost us our life today. That’s how the time stream works. It’s a scaled up version of quantum entanglement. One change in this universe ripples not just in our time in this universe, but creates an infinite more universes, all which interact with each other. Spooks use a detector which can see those ripples, even when they are tiny. The trick they’ve been using is to create a second ripple to cancel out the other ripple in nearby universes. They can discover an action that makes them almost invisible to those who don’t know what to look for. I do the same thing in my latest detector, but the principle of entanglement still allows others to see if changes happen outside the calm zone. It’s not perfect. That imperfection is what nearly cost us everything today. Luckily, they didn’t notice. I won’t let it happen again.
Journal Entry #228 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 2nd 2017
Day 15 of the time loop and I finally got a little reprieve. I of course took Karen along for the ride, just in case something went wrong so we wouldn’t be separated. The pocket time stream I created did exactly what I hoped. I was able to see what the spooks were up to. They have a time cloak, which makes them invisible and allows them to see what they want me to see. They know I’ve been looking, but now they don’t know I know they’ve been looking. I’m going to feed them misinformation then jump back and forth in my own pocket time stream with a time cloak of my own.
Journal Entry #227 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - September 1st 2017
It’s been two full weeks in the time loop, and I’m not making much progress. Aside from eating a some amazing restaurants and fooling around with the guitar, I haven’t nailed down why the spooks have been popping up then disappearing from the time stream. It makes no sense. I’ve been playing it smart to avoid detection, but I’ll have to take additional risk to find out what’s going on. I’ll set up a mini pocket time stream and jump from location there tomorrow if something happens. It will keep this loop disconnected from the spooks view but give me enough of a window to get a better sense about what’s happening.
Journal Entry #226 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 31st 2017
Day 13 of the time loop and it’s as if the first ten days or so never happened. I’ve quickened my pace in the hopes of having a workable solution in under a hundred days. If the spooks disappear or reemerge earlier, I’m going to be prepared. Today’s restaurant was a Thai Curry place. The Yelp reviews were spot on. The red curry was my favorite. On the instrument front, I’ve picked up a few chords and learned the basics of reading music, but it’s still going to take a bit longer to develop the calluses need for more advanced work. In the meantime, I’ll have to settle for playing the time stream and finding a way to outsmart the spooks.
Journal Entry #225 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 30th 2017
Day 12 of the time loop: The spooks have returned back to the timestream. Thinks look the way they did on the first day. They’ll arrive here in five months. I didn’t do anything significant yesterday, other than visit an amazing Greek restaurant with falafels. Karen and I took a stroll by the river, and then I spent the last few hours working on the usual plan to avoid detection and track the spooks. When I checked their current position, things had reverted back to where they were before. I ran a program to find the cause of the change, but nothing appeared. It was as if the prior ten days didn’t happen.
Journal Entry #224 August 13th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 29th 2017
Day 11 of the time loop, and the time stream disappeared for a few seconds. I thought my equipment was malfunctioning, but it wasn’t. A serious breach threatened all of existence. I have no idea how the spooks could have destroyed the multiverse. It doesn’t make logical sense. The time stream reappeared, this time with the spooks conspicuously missing. I think they’re somehow avoiding detection, and those efforts are responsible for the blip in the time stream. It’s just a hunch, but I don’t think both occurrences are a coincidence. The shock of the two made it hard to enjoy dinner or think much about anything else. Karen, as always, was good at lifting my spirits.
Journal Entry #223 August 13th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 28th 2017
Day 10 and I’m settling in. It’s going to take a while to develop the calluses I need to play the guitar well, but based on the time I spent practicing this afternoon, I’m well on my way. Karen was smart to try the piano. She’s already playing a few simple melodies, but will have to slow down to learn how to read music. After dinner, the time device alerted me an anomaly in the nearby time stream. The day the spooks arrive shifted back a full year. I’m not sure what I did that changed things, but to be safe, I’m still planning on leaving this loop after five months.
Journal Entry #222 August 13th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 27th 2017
Day 9 down, and still more than five months to go. I spend a couple hours watching an oldie but goodie, Groundhog Day. I don’t have years like Bill Murray, but after the movie, I decided I might as well make use of the time loop and learn something. I’ve always wanted to learn the guitar, and there’s no time like the present, so why not. Thanks goodness for YouTube. Karen got in on the act too, and decided to try her hand at the piano. I think we’ll make a great duo. Check back in five months on time looping, and I’ll let you know.
Journal Entry #221 August 13th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 26th 2017
Day 8 in the time loop, and I think I’m starting to shake the feeling I have about the spooks. I’ve got a little more than five months left I can use in this loop to figure it out, and today I got a little closer. I ate at an Asian/Mediterranean fusion restaurant today. The lamb shanks were unbelievable. The amazing dinner inspired me to create filtering mechanism in the time device. It will take a while to develop, but if it works the spooks won’t know what hit ‘em.
Journal Entry #220 August 13th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 25th 2017
It’s funny how a few weeks or months can make all the difference. Eight months ago I was blissfully unaware the spooks existed. Now they are my life. I’m tired of them controlling my life and what I think. I’m going to make it the other way around. Karen deserves that. I deserve that. The world deserves that.
Journal Entry #219 August 13th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 24th 2017
Day 6 of the time loop, and I’m starting to get board. I had the feeling nothing I did mattered. I know that’s not true, but the oppressive weight of running from the spooks and finding my direction came crashing down on me and began to suffocate me. Karen could sense my frustration and held me. I felt guilty. There she was, as beautiful and supportive as ever, and I was lost in my own heading looking for direction. She was starting right in front of me. She is my direction.
Journal Entry #218 August 13th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 23rd 2017
Day 5 of the time loop. I added all the 4.8 to 5.0 star restaurants on my list. We’ll hit up every one we can starting with the top rated while we’re here. I checked Georgio’s off my list today. It was a European Cuban fusion eatery focused on lunch. Karen loved it. She never had Cuban before. I lived in Miami for sixth months when I was younger. It changed my life. I just wish I didn’t fall back into my old ways a year later. It was like it never happened, that is except for my fascination with time travel. That’s where it started.
Journal Entry #217 August 13th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 22nd 2017
Day 4 of my second time loop, and all I can say is I’m glad I made that list a couple loops back to do one big new thing in the city each day. I know Karen appreciates it too. I spent most of the day searching for a new time to jump if I’m still unable to resolve the issue with the spooks before the end of day one hundred and sixty of this loop. I have the emergency time jumper implant, but I want to select the perfect time absent any spooks or issues. All I’ve been able to do so far are rule out a few days. The spooks visit everywhere eventually.
Journal Entry #216 August 13th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 21st 2017
I’ve added a workaround in the viewable timestream. The spooks are now visible when they make changes, but only as an echo. They’ve done a good job at masking their presence, but fluctuation in tachyon particles is detectable when I have three separate points of reference for their past locations in time and space. I’m actually able to see how many days I can remain in this loop before they return. I have one hundred and fifty seven more days. I’ll have to accomplish what I need to during that time, which includes finding a way to mask my presence within the timestream along with anyone else important to me.
Journal Entry #215 August 13th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 20th 2017
Day two in my second time loop, and I haven’t seen any sign of the spooks. They’re still masking their presence in the time stream, so I’ll keep searching and working on a solution to unmask whatever is cloaking them. After mid-morning, I completed all I could for the day and decided to take inventory of all the shows and events in New York. It’s funny how one almost always fails to take full advantage of one’s surroundings while one is there. One feels like they have all the time in the world, so they put off doing what they want to do in favor of work or something else. I’m tired of living like that. I’ve decided I’ll do something everyday to appreciate my surroundings. I wrote down over two hundred things I could do today, so each day I’m in the time loop, I’ll do one of them with Karen. When I finish, I’ll make a longer list, assuming I’m still here.
Journal Entry #214 August 13th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 19th 2017
Karen and I both were happy for a change of scenery after the recent self-imposed time loop. Two days farther in the past did the trick, no spooks in sight. We’ll stay here a few more days and see what happens. We didn’t use the embedded time device, since it wasn’t an absolute emergency. We did, however, view the time stream to see if our trip back influenced the nearby cluster of branching timelines. So far, we didn’t see anything unusual. But that was also the case before. I’m concerned the spooks found some way to mask their influence in the multiverse. I’ll need to run a few tests and crunch some numbers, but if that’s the case, I might be able to unmask their signature once I triangulate their position in the timestream.
Journal Entry #213 August 15th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 18th 2017
It’s clear the spooks are looping back with me and carrying memories back with them. I don’t know how their doing it, but they are. They know I’m here too. I’ve decided tomorrow I’ll jump back two days earlier to see if they follow me back. I hope I haven’t screwed things up somehow with my new time device and emergency time implant.
Journal Entry #212 August 15th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 17th 2017
I’m in a time loop of my own making. At least I’m not alone. Karen is getting a kick out of the whole thing, and we can leave anytime we want. I would just prefer to solve the issue with the spooks now, so we’re not looking over our shoulders. Regardless, I have systems in place with the embedded tracker, the updated time devices, and my time stream lab. Still, I’d like to take Karen to that trip to Monaco and London we discussed.
The spooks changed their plans today. I’m not sure why. Something I did, or their knowledge of something I did made them take a different route. They’re hidden in the time stream, so I am a bit concerned. I don’t know what they’re up to now.
Journal Entry #211 August 15th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 16th 2017
Yes, the date you see is not a typo. I went back in time one day. It’s my new emergency set point. I made it almost to the end of August 16th when a hoard of spooks arrived. At least it gave me a chance to relive my day with with Karen in the park, though I must admit I wasn’t as enthused about watching the same theatre production the second time around. When the 16th arrived, we were in a safe spot and watched the spooks from a distance. I’m still not sure what they’re up too just yet.
Journal Entry #210 August 15th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 15th 2017
In the morning, I vanquished thoughts of time travel and spooks and swapped them for a lovely breakfast and lunch with Karen. We strolled through the park after a picnic by a crystal clear pond. In the afternoon, we went to the theatre. I need to spend more time with her. I decided what we need is a proper trip, London and then Monaco. I’ve done more temporal traveling than I have travel out of my zip code. That has to change.
Journal Entry #209 August 14th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 14th 2017
The timestream flashed red. The alert warns me of large changes within my own timeline by the spooks. I checked all the major sections and intersection points, but nothing jumped out at me. The red is supposed to be followed by an image of the change. I didn’t see anything. I can’t help but thinking it was stunt I pulled to help Mark that might have alerted the spooks. I have the updated time device, just in case they do show up. I added a micro version embedded under my skin to avoid detection. I have to tap it every twelve hours in a specific five tap pattern or the device will bring me back to 48 hours ago.
Journal Entry #208 August 13th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 13th 2017
I decided to call Mark. I created an untraceable one-way communication device. It had to be one way to prevent the spooks from honing in on my frequency of the call, which they could’ve used to track down my location from the future. I gave him a simple message to check a hole I buried in the ground. I traveled in the past and back again to deliver it. I hope it helps him. I don’t see anything substantial in the timestream that says otherwise about his future fate, so I consider it a good move.
Journal Entry #207 August 12th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 12th 2017
One of the spooks made an appearance. They visited Mark and pretended to deliver a package. Not the most original move I’ve seen. He must have bugged the package. I would visit Mark and let him know, but the spooks are watching. I’ll have someone give him an anonymous call and tell him he’s being watched. On a positive note, I made more upgrades to my new system. I’ve created two additional time devices that sync up in case Karen ever gets separated from me again. There’s an emergency mode that will jump all three devices into a default timestream location.
Journal Entry #206 August 11th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 11th 2017
Karen was write to watch and wait. I’ve made some adjustments to the time stream tracker. I can see now how the future version I built began to take shape. So far, the present version can only track big events, but I’m building in components that can track multiple time streams in multiple universes, provided they’re touching mine in some way.
I used a probe to follow my former colleague, Mark. It’s essentially a micro spy cam and wireless audio the size of a pinhead. It was delivered by a butterfly drone and dropped on Mark’s head. It’ll stay there even after he washes his hair. From what I’ve discovered, the spooks are keeping their distance and spying on Mark as well. So far, it looks like the spooks are gathering intel on his progress with time travel and time travel tech.
Journal Entry #205 August 10th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Life got a little more interesting today. I guess I should be careful what I wish for. The spooks showed up. This time, they weren’t looking for me. I pick them up on my new timestream tracker. They were looking for a former colleague of mine. They weren’t from this time. There were from another timeline where the spooks hadn’t figured out much of the tech they needed for full control as crooked time cops. I’m debating on whether I should go back and stop them.
Journal Entry #204 August 9th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 9th 2017
If you’ve ever felt lost, adrift in an uncertain world not sure what to do next, that’s how I felt today. My entire life I’ve been so obsessed with time travel. It’s been on my one thing. Now that I’ve achieved it, my why has shifted to avoiding the spooks and being with Karen. I’m not sure if that’s enough. For awhile it kept me going. I had no other choice, but since that last few weeks have been relatively spook free, that urgency has vanished. I need to find meaning again. Maybe it’s too early to be thinking that way. I know the spooks could come from any timestream and any universe instantly, but even if they do, I need more. I don’t what my life to be an endless running game. A waiting game would be even worse. Any life with Karen would be a good one, but I want more for Karen that just a good life. You can call it hubris, but I don’t care. I want a great life.
Journal Entry #203 August 8th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 8th 2017
2021 me in this timestream jumped a couple days ago. I gave him a heads up on where the spooks tracked me down in my timeline and how they were doing it. I told him everything I know. He had no time device since the older version of us hadn’t given it to him yet, but we fashioned one of our own. One not limited by backwards jumps limited to one year increments. It will give him a heads up, but I still wonder if I’ll ever see him again. I haven’t seen the spooks here, but I wonder how long I can stay and take up this life.
Journal Entry #202 August 7th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 7th 2017
I forgot to mention I jumped without James. The younger version of myself has also decided to part ways. He wanted to avoid the spooks completely before they arrived in this time. The good news is that his spooks will be looking for him in this timestream in this universe, and their equipment is not focused on finding me or any of the infinite versions of myself. I’m about seven months older than I should be, but the difference will go unnoticed by this timeline. Karen and I will take up space in this timeline for a while and fill in the gap of the other me. But we’ll be ready to jump at a moment’s notice should the spooks from any timeline coming looking for me.
Journal Entry #201 August 6th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 6th 2017
I read over my journal and realized I haven’t been clear with how forks in the time stream are created or how multiple versions of myself appear or disappear. I won’t get too far down in the weeds on the topic other than to say, exotic matter in the universe creates holes in not just space, but also time. Most people have heard of wormholes. They act like folding the universe like a sheet of paper and creating a shortcut so you don’t have to violate the limits of relativity and the speed of light. What most people don’t realize, is that wormholes by their very nature, require movement through time. The way it works is that if you save one light year through the wormhole, you will move either forward or backward through time the same amount. I’ve found a way to capture miniature wormholes that are entangled through space and use their properties at will to project in my current location. In ingenious really!
Journal Entry #200 August 5th 2021 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 5th 2017
When most people think about time travel. They think about the paradoxes. I did the same thing. What I learned turned out to be both right and wrong. Paradoxes can exist, just not in the conventional sense. At the point of a paradox, a branch in the multiverse is created. This allows for multiple versions of a time traveler to exist in the same point. At the point of arrival, a new timeline is created, which flows along a fork in the timestream. There are an infinite number of forks. One continues without change, and other continues with the changes. What this means logistically is that once I jump to the past, I create a new time stream that branches from my original one. I would be missing from my current time in my original time stream, but I can coexist with any version of myself in the past or future.
Here’s where things get tricky. I can jump back to the future where I went missing. In my original timestream, I will be missing since I was in the past, but in an infinite number of more timestreams, my future replacement, that’s myself right now who is slightly older based on the time I’ve spent in the past, can occupy that missing time. No one in the other versions of the timestream will know the difference. Of course, If I stay too long in the past I’ll age a lot more, so I might look like I’m rapidly aging.
What I’ve discovered now is that I can jump to any point and make changes. On the surface, it appears as if a paradox exists, when it in fact does not. The original time stream does not change. I’ve merely created new forks in the multiverse. This is how the spooks have been tracking me down. I’ve only been traveling through time. I’ve been forced into branches (parallel universes), whenever I’ve made changes. What I haven’t done is perfect the ability to travel through parallel worlds absent the act of time traveling.
Resets, as I’ve learned, takes me to the original fork. There are an infinite number of outcomes at each fork. I must be willing to accept that I will fail in some universes and succeed in others. My focus now is succeeded in the present universe, whenever and wherever that may be. I cannot control the outcome in all other universes, since all possible outcomes exist. I can’t allow myself to feel guilty about that. Now that I’ve figured things out, I jumped back a week before my first time jump. I’ve explained the situation to my younger version of myself. We’re going to work together to stop the spooks in both our timeline.
Journal Entry #199 October 7th 2004 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 4th 2017
I went into the future with James to access his timestream lab. He’s given me the details I need to create my own, which I’ve already done in the future. This time, I’m making some added tweaks to allow myself and Karen to transport immediately to this time and location in an emergency. It’s even better than a reset. In less than a second I can leave the current time and transport Karen and I to 2025 and see the outcome. If it’s not to our liking. I can program the time device to make additional delayed jumps when needed.
Journal Entry #198 October 7th 2004 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 3rd 2017
I convinced Karen it made sense to use the reset. The question now is when would be the best time for a reset and how would it be possible to create multiple resets. At first, I was thinking of going back, but then I realized a full reset would create a time loop that may or may not lead up to this point. The more I thought about it, I realized the reset should be saved for future events when things go haywire. I’ll need to build a failsafe for future time jumps. We’ll have to do it quickly, because James found a convergence in the time stream that’s about to intersect with our current time and position.
Journal Entry #197 October 6th 2004 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 2nd 2017
I discussed the reset idea more with Karen. I think I’m beginning to sway her, but you she’s still not there yet. Most of the late afternoon, I spent reviewing everything I’ve learned about the spooks and researched past historical events for anomalies. That’s the term James explained can tip us off to possible intervention in the past by the spooks. We worked together on an algorithm that studies historical events and looks for unusual characteristics. The giveaway is a lull in activity immediately before the big event. In most cases, there are usually a ton of things most people don’t see that lead up to the event. The algorithm hones in on moments in history where those predictors are missing. I’m putting together a chronological map of time in this timestream. Hopefully, Karen will see the spook’s destructive footprints and go along with my plan for the reset.
Journal Entry #196 October 5th 2004 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - August 1st 2017
I spoke with Karen and James about the reset. Karen thinks it’s a bad idea. Her thinking was that things have been going well compared to when we first met. We haven’t had to run from any spooks or worry about survival, so why mess with things. I’ve never seen her disagree with an idea I’ve had, so it gave me pause. James was more difficult to read when I told him my idea. He gave a probing expression, like he was trying to Xray my soul to find a motive, then he jumped into the details of what must me done to accomplish the reset.
As much as I’ve enjoyed the relative calm in recent days, there is a greater purpose. It’s not just Karen and my safety I’m concerned about. It’s also the fact there exists an entire organization whose sole purpose is to police time, and that organization also happens to be corrupt at its core and wants to kill me, all versions of me in all timestreams. I think the only way to be truly safe and to live with myself is to destroy the organization. It’s a monumental task. It requires that I run towards the enemy instead of away from them. James had the right idea few days back. It may take awhile, but I think Karen will come around to my idea.
Journal Entry #195 October 4th 2004 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 31st 2017
I discovered something from my own research and in talking to James. It’s possible to reset everything. It’s also possible to reset time at any given point. What I did before with Karen wasn’t a reset exactly but a do over. A reset would undo everything, including my memories. I’m done memory wipes too, but that’s still not a pure reset. I wouldn’t even be able to leave myself a note. The trick with resets is to use them when there is a fifty-fifty chance to two different outcomes. The reset would essentially be a forced time loop that branches off when the desired outcome occurs. I won’t know I create a reset or a time loop, but I guess that doesn’t matter.
Journal Entry #194 October 3rd 2004 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 30th 2017
I’m not sure which one of us is the sidekick. Karen still seems happy, but I get the feeling she’s expecting me to make some big decision about our course of action in the near future. I feel the same way myself. James said he got what he needed when the spooks showed up yesterday, which is why we went a decade ahead, to find the location.
Journal Entry #193 October 2nd 1994 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 29th 2017
Today was the first time I’ve seen the spooks in a while. They were clearly shocked I had a tag along, but James said he tweaked the tachyon stream specifically to put them in our path. It was his way of letting them know we can also check up on them instead of the other way around. I’m still not sure what his angle is, but I’m starting to like how he thinks. It would have been nice to stop by six months earlier to attempt to save Kurt Cobain, but I guess there’s always tomorrow.
Journal Entry #192 October 1st 1984 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 28th 2017
I saw a flash of anger in James that scared me. I still think he’s on the up and up, but now I’m thinking he’s working an angle. It may take me a few days to figure out what that is, but he’s assured us we’ll pick a time closer to our time when we leave next time. In spite of his brief outburst, I’ve learned a lot from James, and Karen said he reminds her of her cousin Marlin. Not sure I want to meet Marlin, at least not longer than a couple hours a dinner party.
Journal Entry #191 September 30th 1984 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 27th 2017
James is funny, but it a slapstick B-movie kind of way. The second day hanging out with him in the 80’s has even gotten Karen a little annoyed, but is almost impossible to do, at least with friends. Still, James has been invaluable, and we’re more than willing to put up with his slight annoyance if it means mastering the secrets of traversing the timestreams within the multiverse. It was starting to feel like a Doctor Who episode gone wrong until we convinced him to take us back to our own time tomorrow. I’ll take James’ help, but I’m doing it on my terms.
Journal Entry #190 September 29th 1984 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 26th 2017
I’m not exactly sure why we’re in the 1980’s this time. James wanted to have a little fun, and he’s fond of the 80’s, so I guess that’s as good as an explanation as any. He spent half the day in 2023 teaching me the tricks of the trade and how to avoid unnecessary quasi-paradoxes then we hitched a ride back to his favorite year. Great movies, great music, and back when the playground’s weren’t childproof.
Journal Entry #189 September 28th 2023 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 25th 2017
James calls himself a timestream master. Maybe I’ll call myself the multiverse master. He confirmed what I already knew about the nature of time, but then he explained so much more, how the timestream is linked to the multiverse and appears to a chosen few as a fifth dimension, where it’s possible to communicate with the dead and see the past and the future. The only thing is that it may or may not be true, depending on where the timestream intersects with each reality. Pretty freaky if you ask me, but it also makes total sense.
Journal Entry #188 September 27th 2023 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 24th 2017
I traveled back two years to visit James Ambercroft. The moment he saw me, he smiled and asked what took so long. It’s clear more than one version of me must’ve visited him. We talked about time travel and Karen for most of the time. He explained how he loved and lost several women of his own, and each time the spooks took them until he figured out their secret. He only hinted at it, but he may be willing to tell me more. I’ll have to talk with him again tomorrow and see if I can prod it out of him.
Journal Entry #187 September 26th 2025 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 23rd 2017
I saw another traveler in the time stream. It’s the first time I’ve been able to pin down the name and identity of another time traveler who wasn’t a spook or another version of myself. His name is James Ambercroft. He’s not in all of the time streams, only half of them near this sector of the multiverse. He has more information about the spooks and subtle changes in timelines. I’m going to set up a meeting with him tomorrow.
Journal Entry #186 September 25th 2025 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 22nd 2017
I feel like I’ve been time traveling in circles. I learn something new, and it brings me right back to where I started. I can’t trust anyone, not even myself. The only one I truly trust is Karen. She’s the only one with no agenda. At least I have her with me. What happens tomorrow, or yesterday, who the heck knows. But as long as she’s here, I’m happy.
Journal Entry #185 September 24th 2025 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 21st 2017
Today I learned there have been several loyalists to my cause in nearly all the timestreams within this cluster of the multiverse. I can also see shadows of possibilities of outcomes with the future tech I’ll invent during this time. The funny thing is it’s myself I can trust the least. Deal making and lack of trust keep various versions of myself from making the right choice. It’s going to be trickier than I thought to find the perfect place in time and the best interference to run in the past to keep the spooks at bay and the world moving in the right direction.
Journal Entry #184 September 23rd 2018 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 20th 2017
Before I go back, I’m going to go forward. I want to use the future tech within the time nexus to better analyze my strategy and figure out my next move, both for myself and the world. Karen has been nothing but supportive. She doesn’t have the context of my life, but we see most things the same way. She’s a decent women. If I ever get confused on what is right, she always points me back in the right direction.
Journal Entry #183 September 22nd 2018 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 19th 2017
Two days after doing a deep dive into the changes of this timeline and I’ve realized I can’t stay here. The changes are so pervasive. My friends are gone. Several of my family members are dead, and political changes are far more disturbing than they appeared on the surface. Stopping Nine Eleven, at least the way I did it, affected so many other things for the worse. While there was a tremendous amount of positive changes, they were cancelled out by what taking away the pain, suffering, and truth of the attack did to the country. I have to go back again.
Journal Entry #182 September 21st 2018 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 18th 2017
It’s amazing the changes one outcome and create. My newly revised theory on time travel shows that paradoxes can’t exist because there are two methods of changing a time stream. A paradox is a nexus between a parallel world, and thus avoids the issue altogether for instances where it would be a problem. I haven’t encountered any traditional paradox situations in the new timeline, but it is stunning to see how similar, yet different the timeline is after I stopped by Nine Eleven and the alien invasion.
Journal Entry #181 September 20th 2018 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 17th 2017
In this timeline, there are no negative repercussions I can see from stopping Nine Eleven outside of some intriguing politics, and there is no sign of an alien invasion. Kerry beat Bush in 2004, who went on to lose to John McCain in 2008. Obama was never president, but Hillary won in 2012 and 2016. There’ve been no major wars, except of the usual Middle Eastern skirmishes. Some of the pop music is different. Katy Perry is almost completely replaced with Lady Gaga, who never faded from view. I’m going to have to stick around a bit longer to see the deeper changes that have occurred, but the Spooks are nowhere to be seen.
Journal Entry #180 September 19th 2000 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 16th 2017
Currently on attempt number three. I left a note to stop Nine Eleven, but this time, I sent seventeen different notes to different parties and used a time delayed mailing for thirty days, seven days, and three days before the attack. I’ll fast forward a year tomorrow to see if it took, and then I’ll execute part two to stop the invasion.
Journal Entry #179 September 18th 2005 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 15th 2017
My first attempt failed. I left a note to stop Nine Eleven, and then I left another note to warn several scientists about the Alien invasion. The government agents thought the first note was a prank and ignored it, so Nine Eleven happened. In the first timeline, there was no alien invasion because Nine Eleven prevented it. In this timeline, the second note actually caused the scientists to find the alien ship and send a signal. Now both occurred, the worst possible outcome. Let’s hit reset.
Journal Entry #178 September 17th 2000 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 14th 2017
Working with a time stream is liking looking at a sea of numbers, percentages. I’ve developed an algorithm to calculate anything beyond 99% likely in my favor as a recommendation for action if it moves us towards our objective, which in this case is to stop both Nine Eleven and the Alien Invasion. I can’t get above 90% if I stop Nine Eleven, but the percentages always increase as I get closer to the deadline. If I don’t stop Nine Eleven, there is a greater than 99% probability there will be no alien invasion, but I’m still going to stop both.
Journal Entry #177 September 16th 2000 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 13th 2017
I spent most of the day with Karen and took a break from any hard thinking. I needed the mental rest. Towards the end of the day, a few equations popped in my head that solve some of the issues I’d been working on. I’ve decided the best approach will be to merge two different time streams. It’s going to take a ton of effort, and I can’t do it alone, but it’s the only way I see fixing the problem.
Journal Entry #176 September 15th 2000 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 12th 2017
Okay. I’m going to stay here a while longer. I’m going to try and make a new device with shorter temporal jump capabilities. Yes. I know you must be thinking about the paradox issue, but if you read my journal closely, you would have understand that’s it’s not a pure paradox. The time stream can be influenced by other worlds in the multiverse, and yes time can be changed, but it MUST be done with the influence of another parallel time stream. I’ll spare the details, but the short of it is I can to stop Nine Eleven without creating an alien invasion.
Journal Entry #175 September 14th 2025 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 11th 2017
I feel like I’m living a rerun of Alien Nation. The coneheads are seamlessly integrated into society here, only it’s the humans who’ve been mildly subjugated with an underground opposition movement that’s just gotten off the ground. I need to go back before Nine Eleven and reverse what I “fixed.”
Journal Entry #174 September 13th 2025 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 10th 2017
The time stream in the future is completely off. Aliens live here, and the world unified into one country a year after the discovery of alien life in 2012, which apparently I’m largely responsible for. A lot’s different, and I honestly can decide if it’s worse, better, or just different. I’ll stay here another day with Karen and sort things out. I’m leaning towards reversing what I did, but I need to think about it more.
Journal Entry #173 September 12th 2002 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 9th 2017
I spent the day looking for the changes in this time stream, one year after I erased Nine Eleven. It’s amazing the difference. No war in Afghanistan or rumblings in Iraq, no Patriot Act. But something worse happened nine months later. A nuclear power plant was targeted and intentionally sent into critical, contaminating over a million people. I’m not sure if I want to keep playing this game, but I can’t let this be the outcome. I’ll go back a year in a couple of days. Tomorrow I’m going back to 2025 and get some additional perspective on things with Karen before I decide my next move.
Journal Entry #172 September 11th 2001 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 8th 2017
You might recognize the date. In the last few days I’ve learned that I can change time, not just change lanes in the multiverse. So what date better to change than Nine Eleven. And I was successful. I stopped the attack on the Twin Towers. I called in a bomb threats to the airline and the airport. I had to do both as a redundancy. The next twenty years are going to be interesting.
Journal Entry #171 September 10th 2025 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 7th 2017
The magnitude of these new revelations is just coming into play. There are so many complexities and shades of grey. I’m going to have to rewrite my entire temporal theory to take into account what I’m seeing here. I’m sure some version of myself already has, but I have to do it anyway, if only so I fully understand it. Einstein said if you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough. He was both right and wrong.
Journal Entry #170 September 9th 2025 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 6th 2017
I can’t believe how wrong I was about time travel. I always thought paradoxes were nonsense, that time travel was nothing more than sliding on a stream in the multiverse. What I’ve done here, or should I say will do, or did, throws everything I know out the window. Paradoxes do exist, sort of. And the multiverse is only partially responsible for time travel. It’s frightening and exhilarating at all once.
Journal Entry #169 September 8th 2025 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 5th 2017
Apparently I rescued Karen and myself, but erased all knowledge of how I did it. I sent myself a message in the form of a hologram, then I found myself along with Karen being transported a few years into the future from my present. I’m in another tachyon field stream, but this one is equipped with a laboratory and a bridge to the outside world. Beyond that, I’m not sure when or if I built this on my own. I have food and water here, enough to wait things out until we fully grasp everything that’s transpired over the course of the last few months.
Journal Entry #168 September 7th 1999 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 4th 2017
It might be selfish, but if something goes wrong with my memory, I wanted to have at least one good day before I forgot it all. I made the best I could out of the day. I increased my cash twenty times over and gave half of the winnings to Dr. Quaid for supplies. The other half will go with me when I leave in two days. Tomorrow we’ll double check the numbers then do a couple of test runs with a time probe. If all goes well, I’ll return home and the moment before the spooks abducted both of us.
Journal Entry #167 September 6th 1999 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 3rd 2017
I’ve had my memory partially wiped before, but this would be a clean wipe of everything after the spooks separated Karen and I. Dr. Quaid thinks he’s figured out the algorithm I’ll need to wipe my memory and instill a message to steer us away from the spooks just in time. He’s encoding a time device that will transport two of us using my neural network and residual memory like a backup RAM. If it works, I won’t know what happened other than I’ve eluded the spooks. If I fail, I have no idea what will happen or what I’ll remember. Here goes nothing.
Journal Entry #166 September 5th 1999 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 2nd 2017
Journal Entry #165 September 4th 1999 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - July 1st 2017
I tripled my remaining cash over two games. Having knowledge of the future comes in handy at ball games. I bought more equipment, and I reached out to a professor of mine in this timeline. He’s actually my professor this year in my timeline, so it was easier for him to grasp what I told him. The look on his face when he saw me was priceless. He knew right away who I was.
I need to get back to the only thing I care about, Karen. I would have went straight there, but I’m need to find the nexus between worlds to get my version back. It would be pointless to go back and visit her in her timeline, since she won’t know who I am. The good news is my professor, Dr. Quaid, and I have a working theory on how to make it happen.
Journal Entry #164 September 3rd 1999 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 30th 2017
I visited two of the buried treasure spots, but only one had any of the loot. I expected as much, which is why I used four locations. Honestly, I’m lucky if any of them still had the items. Hopefully, I won’t need to check the other two. I took the coins to a collector shop and sold a couple for for just under a grand. I could have squabbled for more, but I knew I would more than make up for it with the profit from betting on upcoming games. It's already paid off. I doubled my money, enough to book a hotel for a couple of nights and grab some supplies to get back into the groove of things. Tomorrow, more fun.
Journal Entry #163 September 2nd 1999 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 29th 2017
The good news is the time device brought be back to the modern world. The bad news is it cut out a couple decades before I reached home. At least I have workable tech. Fortunately, I have the antiques and coins I buried 6000 years ago. I’ll take an Uber to two spots tomorrow and see if they’re still there.
Journal Entry #162 September 1st 4000 B.C. - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 28th 2017
I buried several artifacts which may or may not be useful to me in the future. I placed them next to several geological landmarks I could find easily. I included some small antiques as well as a few silver and gold coins in three different locations, just in case I find myself in a tough spot in future trips. I delayed my departure one more day. Tomorrow I leave.
Journal Entry #161 August 31st 4000 B.C. - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 27th 2017
I had a couple close calls today. The first was with a few members of a what appears to be a local native tribe. I moved quickly from my location, and I had to leave one of my backup power sources behind. Fortunately, I set up three just for this scenario. A few hours later, I noticed a mother black bear headed in my direction with a couple of cubs nearby. I’m leaving tomorrow. I just haven’t decided what date I’ll set the device for.
Journal Entry #160 August 30th 4000 B.C. - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 26th 2017
Journal Entry #159 August 29th 4000 B.C. - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 25th 2017
I know what you’re thinking. What am I doing all the way back in 4000 BC. The short answer is because I can. I tested some simulations, then I created two successful sample tests that I rigged up with the supplies from Radio Shack. I know they’ve gotten a bad rap, but they’re surprisingly helpful for a low tech time traveler. I have a backup contraption for power, in case my batteries are too low to bring me back. Of course, if I lose the device, I don’t expect anyone to come for me anytime soon.
Journal Entry #158 August 28th 2000 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 24th 2017
Over the last few days my memory has started to fully return, and I’ve pieced together ideas for my expanded theory of time. One of the big ideas is that time can be reversed, but once it happens, time reverts to the original point before the change. That includes memories. What I’m trying to discover is how to revert back to an earlier point, but still manage to make a change that will affect the future outcome after the point of reversion. I don’t know if it’s possible. But I’m going to find out.
Journal Entry #157 August 27th 2000 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 23rd 2017
I’ve decided to call this other version of myself Bobby Seven, Seven for short. I’m Bobby One. I think I may have met more or less than six versions of me in the flesh, but Seven is close enough. That, plus it reminds me of Seven from Star Trek Voyager.
Seven speaks with more pain than I’ve had in my life, but he also has more urgency. I thought my drive to reunite with Karen was urgent enough, but there’s something extra in Seven. It’s almost as if there’s a certainty in him. We discussed ideas for finding Karen and avoiding the spooks, but nothing is clean. Nothing ever will be clean. Time travel is messy, so I should get used to it. I’m still struggling with that part.
Journal Entry #156 August 26th 2000 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 22nd 2017
Another version of myself paid me a visit. He had real pain in his eyes, like he had lost someone. I wondered if it was my Karen. I felt he knew what I was thinking, like he was going to ask me, but then he drifted into a detailed rant about the spooks and how he avoided them after his initial encounters. He told me about all the different versions of himself, and how he could tell if they would be helpful or sinister. I found the discussion fascinating, not sure if I could believe what he was saying or if he was just prepping me for his own plan. I think he was genuine, but I'll have to wait a bit longer to find out.
Journal Entry #155 August 25th 2000 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 21st 2017
Today, the other version of me was fully phased in. I couldn’t quite hear him, but I could read his lips well enough to discover there are multiple versions of me running around in various timelines and worlds, some working with the spooks and some working against them. I should’ve listened to gut awhile back. I should have stayed put. But I’m going to fix things. I have a plan, and this time it has to work.
Journal Entry #154 August 24th 2000 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 20th 2017
The apparition is definitely me. It looked like he was more phased into our realm. I could almost make out all of this features. Even though I couldn’t make out his face, he was communicating to me with his hands. I’m ready to go, but he warned me to wait. He couldn’t explain why, but I know he was telling me not to leave.
Journal Entry #153 August 23rd 2000 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 19th 2017
I swear I saw some kind of apparition today, like a ghost calling for help trying to communicate with me. My best guess is that it’s some version of me stuck out of phase between different realms in the multiverse. For all I know, he could be doing what I was planning to do in the next couple of days. I’ll put of any jumps until I can figure out what is going on with this apparition and focus on my energy on finding a way to communicate with it.
Journal Entry #152 August 22nd 2000 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 18th 2017
In one day I managed to turn twenty bucks into fifteen, buy three computers, rent a posh hotel room, and get all the electronics I need to build a new improved time device. It will take a couple more days to construct it properly so the spooks can’t find me, but it’s the first time in awhile I felt in control. There’s something to be said for being in control, or at least feeling that way. I suppose that’s one of the reason people do stupid things, when they feel they lack control, which, if I’m being honest, is probably most of the time. I miss Karen. That’s the one thing I don’t control right now, but I know I can get to her. I have to.
Journal Entry #151 August 21st 2000 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 17th 2017
If you’re reading this, you must be thinking why I chose 2000. The short answer is because it was easy to punch in the computer before they were able to stop me, and I didn’t think too hard about it because I knew enough about the year 2000 to make cash if I needed it. It also has enough tech I can use to build another time device. That’s the short of it. It will buy me enough time until I figure out what I need to do next.
Journal Entry #150 August 20th 2232 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 16th 2017
I managed to escape the cell when one of the spooks came in to check on me. It took several minutes to figure out the configuration of the computers and transport me back to my own time. The few minutes I had access to the computer, I confirmed everything I had thought about them in the past. They’ve been tracking me through a combination of methods. I jimmied with their tracking system, which should throw them off my trail for a while, but only for a while. I’ll have to think of a more permanent fix.
Journal Entry #149 August 19th 2232 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 15th 2017
The injection they gave me returned all my memories and removed the ones from other versions of myself in other branches of the multiverse. But I’m also certain they’ve implanted false memories to make me more willing to go along with their plan. I can’t see exactly which ones, but there are a few memories that just seem to fresh and out of place. If it’s not one thing, it’s something else. I have to found out what they did so I can undo it. I’m just not sure how I’m going to do that yet.
Journal Entry #148 August 18th 2232 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 14th 2017
The spooked showed me an image of Karen from my past, then they showed her dead in her original timeline. When I saw her lying on the ground lifeless, my stomach turned and spasmed. I wanted nothing more than to kill them for showing me that. They’re screwing with my mind until I give them what they want, which is my cooperation. But I’ll never cooperate with them.
Journal Entry #147 August 17th 2232 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 13th 2017
It was a trick. The hypospray was left by the spooks. They needed me to inject myself with it in order for them to take me to their future. It was the only way, and I fell for it. I’m locked up in a temporal prison, and they’ve assured me that the hypospray will also prevent anyone else from tracking me. No one from my past would be able to travel into the future anyway. For now, it appears I’m screwed. Maybe that will change tomorrow.
Journal Entry #146 August 16th 2022 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 12th 2017
I found a vial of hypospray left by my future self. I’m normally not the type of person to inject myself with unknown drugs, at least I think I’m not, but the note warned of dire consequences if I didn’t. Apparently, the traveling from timelines in the multiverse has caused a rupture in my holographic mind. I can’t completely stop or reverse it, but it will buy some additional time. Needless to say, I injected myself with it. I’ll tell you tomorrow how I feel in the morning.
Journal Entry #145 August 15th 2022 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 11th 2017
It wasn’t a dream. I found hidden pages in the back of my diary, and just as I was about to read them, the me from the future paid me a visit and explained what I’d actually been doing the last several months. Karen is real. The time police, or spooks as I call them, are real. The different versions of myself are real. Up to this point, I’d thought most of this was just theoretical. That was the whole point of the time probe I’d been working on in the lab. Apparently, I kept the beta version with me this entire trip. But there’s so much, and I'm just beginning to understand the whole picture.
Journal Entry #144 August 14th 2022 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 10th 2017
I dreamed last night that a future version of myself came to visit me. There was a woman, Karen, and a group from the future who were coming after me. It seemed so real, and then I woke up. The flashes of the dream kept coming back to me. I fear whatever sent me to the hospital might be responsible. I can’t afford to lose my faculties right now. I’m so close to the breakthrough I’ve been working on.
Journal Entry #143 August 13th 2022 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 9th 2017
I’m not sure what happened. I was working in my lab, and the next thing I knew, I was lying in my old bed in my mom’s house and she was staring over me. She said there was some accident at the lab, and colleagues at work rushed me to the hospital after I collapsed on the floor. The hospital said I was find, but I can’t remember any of that. I was working on a big project, and then I ended up here. I have no clue what happened. I’m writing this down in the hopes it will jog my memory.
Journal Entry #142 May 16th 1980 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 8th 2017
I’m holding on to the last pieces of who I am. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out. I’m not even sure if those threads I’m holding onto are even real, but this sinking in my gut is telling me if I don’t at least try, everything I think I know will be gone. I honestly don’t know what, if anything, I can do. But I’ll wait, for as long as I can. And Karen is still with me. Something in her eyes is what’s kept me going for this long.
Journal Entry #141 May 15th 1980 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 7th 2017
I thought no memories was bad, but what I have now is a hot mess. I have at least three sets of memories pushing themselves in and out of my mind. At times, it feels like I believe one set. At other moments, it feels like I believe the other. I think the short of it is that the tachyon stream is making me exist, or at least my holographic mind, in multiple time streams. I need to get out of here.
Journal Entry #140 May 14th 1980 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 6th 2017
Pieces of my memory are coming back, but not well enough where I can put together the entire puzzle. What’s strange is that I see images in my memory that contradict what I’ve written in the my journal, or at least what I think I’ve written. I can see someone coming after me, but before I get a chance to take a closer look, the image fades away. I’m not sure about anything, not the journal, not my memory, not anything.
Journal Entry #139 May 13th 1980 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 5th 2017
I still can’t remember who I am, but at least I’m not forgetting anymore. I read my journal, and it claims I’m a time traveler. I think I would believe I was crazy if I didn’t start having these flashes of memory. At least I think they’re flashes of memory. Karen is still with me in the place. I can feel our connection if though I don’t remember her. I’m optimistic that with my improving short terms memory and flashes from my past, my memory will start to return.
Journal Entry #138 May 12th 1980 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 4th 2017
I don’t know who I am or what happened. There’s this beautiful and kind woman, Karen, who tells me she knows me and loves me. I fear I’ll never remember who I am or find out what’s the meaning of this strange place. I have burning in the pit of my stomach like I should be doing something, as if I have some sense of urgency or danger. I wish I knew more. I don’t know why I’m writing this down. I read the first part of the journal, but I’ve already forgotten what it said.
Journal Entry #137 May 11th 1980 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 3rd 2017
I think all this jumping through time has started to catch up with me. I woke up this morning and I didn’t remember who or where I was. It took me a good half hour to remember, and when I did start to come to, I didn’t want to say anything to Karen, because I didn’t want her to think I was crazy. After a few more hours the fog lifted and I remembered everything. Later on, I got concerned it might be the tachyon field interfering with our brain network. I need to come up with a backup plan fast, just in case things go south.
Journal Entry #136 May 10th 1980 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 2nd 2017
I used the time device to travel back to the time intersection of when Karen was nabbed by the spooks. I intercepted them and took her with me. Now we’re floating in the tachyon field until we decide what to do next. Not like there’s any rush. We’re safe here. The only catch is that we’re alone, isolated from everything else. She said she didn’t care how long we had to stay there. I hope she still feels that way if we actually do need to stay longer.
Journal Entry #135 September 17th 2017 - Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - June 1st 2017
My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest when I turned the switch, but it was worth it. To modified dual battery system worked, which allowed me to jump back into the tachyon field. This time, though, I tethered myself to three separate times streams to separate universes. Yes, I know it sounds complicated, but it’s simpler than it sounds. I have supplies with me, and I created a static time shell that allows me to operate in forward moving time inside the shell until I figure a way to contact my streams version of Karen.
Journal Entry #134 September 16th 2017 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 31st 2017
I think I’m being watched. I’m going to have to make the modified pair of Tesla batteries work. My mother agreed to get the second car after I explained the situation and the likelihood the spooks were once again on my tail. She didn’t grasp the concept of the tachyon field or the multiverse theory, but she could see the fear in my eyes and I’m guessing my longing for Karen. Tomorrow is the day.
Journal Entry #133 September 15th 2017 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 30th 2017
I’ve run into a snag with the plan. I’m having difficulty securing more than one Tesla battery. The issue has to do with collateral for the exotic car rental and limits on how many they are allowed to rent out under one account. I’ll have to find someone who would be willing to rent it for me, but that’s a lot harder than it seems. I can’t ask anyone from work, and as pathetic as it sounds, my life as a research scientist hasn’t given me as much time as I’d like to make friends. I’ll have to resort to bribery, if that will even work. At least I’m not in prison, as least not yet anyway.
Journal Entry #132 September 14th 2017 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 29th 2017
Lucky for me the modified Tesla battery was strong enough to power time device for a short trip to the past, before I launched my failed attempt to coopt the power grid. With the success of the Tesla battery, I’m thinking I might be able to make additional modifications without the need for the electric grid at all. I initially thought I would need a spike in power to overcome the resistance required to reach the tachyon field, but after some calculations, I now see I could use a pair of batteries to toggle the field for a continuous feedback loop. This way, it coopts the tachyon field itself. I’ve already started on the blueprints for the new design.
Journal Entry #131 September 17th 2017 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 28th 2017
My lawyer, with my mother’s prodding, managed to pull off the impossible. I’m out of jail, and I’ve got a plan to create enough juice for one jump back just before I launched my first attempt to cross the time stream. I’m going to take a cue of Elon Musk and modify a special Lithium battery blend from Tesla. It should give me enough juice to get me back to where I want to go. This time if I screw up, I’ll only end up owning a hefty bill to the exotic car rental shop. But it won’t matter. I’ve done the calculations, and I know I can make the leap. The hard part is what to do after I arrive.
Journal Entry #130 September 16th 2017 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 27th 2017
I was thinking of escaping, but after speaking to the public defender, it might be possible to get out on bail. That makes it worth waiting to see if someone shows up. Still, spending the night in jail was one of the worse experiences of my life. The lawyer is trying to get the bail reduced to fifty grand. If it works, my mother can pay a bail bondsman to get me out. After that, I’ll have to figure out a way to jump back. I think the best approach would be to make a smaller jump that takes less energy, the try the long jump again. This time, I’ll put more safeguards in place, including figuring out a better way to mask my ISP signature as well as the energy flow signature from the power grid.
Journal Entry #129 September 15th 2017 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 26th 2017
I’m writing this entry from prison. I guess you can figure out what went wrong. I never even got to test out the new device. Apparently the feds put a back end tracker on the computer systems to prevent hackers like myself from rerouting power from the grid. I anticipated they would do as much, but my precautions weren’t enough. Now I have to sit out in the jail cell waiting for some version of my to come to rescue or until I can figure out a way to escape.
Journal Entry #128 September 14th 2017 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 25th 2017
I cobbled together a plan to steal the energy requirements for a new time device. I’ll have to hack into several mainframes and reroute power from the main grid. If it works, I won’t care. If it doesn’t I’m screwed. I don’t think I would do well in prison, but I think it’s worth the risk. Before I can do that though, I have to grab more equipment from the lab, which has it’s own set of dangers. More importantly, I need to figure out how to traverse the branching timeline. That part will prove tricky.
Journal Entry #127 September 13th 2017 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 24th 2017
I spent all day today calculating the energy requirements and then stressing about all the things that might go wrong with my plan. I had to put all of that out of my head and power forward. It’s the only option. I refuse to live this life without Karen. I’m going to change things for the better, and the only to do that is by finding the point where all the timelines diverge and then travel across to the point where I want to be. At the moment, I’m just figuring out the details.
Journal Entry #126 September 12th 2017 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 23rd 2017
I had thought it wouldn’t be possible to be with my Karen again, but today was the first time in awhile I thought being with her, the real her, my version of her, just me become a reality. There’s no question it will be hard. I’ll nearly have to bend a few laws of physics to do it, but the good news is, I won’t have to break any, which would make it impossible. I’m going to be with her again. I have to. But to do it, everything is going to have to change.
Journal Entry #125 September 11th 2017 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 22nd 2017
Time travel can be a tricky business, and after today, I stunned myself with new information about how the timestream works. My prior theory and practical application suggested a branching universe. What I realized today was that the branching universe is itself one path of another infinite branches of different multiverses. What this means is that if I can figure a way to do it, I would be able to master time in the ultimate sense. I’ll need to construct a device that will allow me to see the time stream in multiple dimensions, but once it’s complete, I’ll be able to travel to any point at will.
Journal Entry #124 September 10th 2017 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 21st 2017
I paced back and forth all day today thinking about whether I should go through with my plan. There’s big risks involved. If I’m off even in the slightest bit from my calculations, it’s possible I could break time. I wouldn’t be breaking time or the universe for everyone else, just myself. The process of trying to revert back to before all this happened and create a timeline outside the normal space time continuum is theoretically possible, but the energy level is astronomical. I could do it, but it would require I use the timestream itself to create a positive feedback loop of energy using tachyons and exotic particles. That’s the tricky part.
Journal Entry #123 September 9th 2017 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 20th 2017
I visited an old friend of mine today. We had a long talk about time travel, just not directly. I told him I was having a problem that I needed to fix. I didn’t say it was time travel, but I told him about “a girl” and “some guys” coming after me. Then I mentioned a big project I was working on that would change everything. He was honest and refreshing, like cold water being thrown at your face on a hot summer day. It gave me an idea. Tomorrow, I’m going to try it out.
Journal Entry #122 September 8th 2017 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 19th 2017
I’m not sure what I’m doing anymore. I thought I was doing this to save to humanity, to improve the world. But all I’ve seen to have done is make things worse. I did some calculations, and it looks like I might be able to pull my plan of finding the perfect timeline in the right world a possibility. But so much could go wrong. I need to think long and hard about if I should actually do this thing.
Journal Entry #121 September 7th 2017 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 18th 2017
One theory of time travel states that all possibilities can exist in each universe. That statement is more complex than most people realize. Not only can and do all possibilities exist, but the laws of time itself exist in an infinite number of ways. What that means is that I can find a version of myself that’s surfing timelines in the multiverse in one that was identical to mine just before the spooks took me from Karen. I can transport myself there at the precise moment he get’s taken and then ask Karen to come with me. It’ll require a heck of a lot of work, but right now, I have all the time in the world.
Journal Entry #120 September 6th 2017 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 17th 2017
A second day of rain took the fun out of it. I found myself sitting on the porch reflecting on Karen, and wondering what she might be doing if she was here with me. The longer I watched the water stream together, the more I started thinking about how I can fix things. There might be a way. It will require a lot of time, maybe more time than I have. If there’s even the slightest possibility it might work, I owe it to Karen and myself to make it happen.
Journal Entry #119 September 5th 2017 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 16th 2017
It rained buckets today. It was cold for September, and dreary, but I loved it. There’s something about rain that enthralls me. It reminded me of something I missed. Maybe it was longing for a simpler time, which wasn’t all that long ago. Whatever it was, I wanted to hold on to that feeling forever. It’s a funny thing about having what you want, an inherent contradiction. Being able to time travel gives me control over time, but the deeper I get, the less time I feel like I have.
Journal Entry #118 September 4th 2017 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 15th 2017
My future self paid me a visit and brought me to the near past. This is my time just not my universe; it’s a branch that diverges at this exact point, which means there’s two of me here. He assured me the spooks won’t find me here. I was right about the tachyon field masking the temporal signature. He adjusted his calculations and made the changes. Still, my timeline in my universe is a dangerous one, and it was too risky to go back, at least just yet until he’s able to put all the temporal dampeners in place. In the meantime. I’ll take some R&R while I wait to hear back from my future self.
Journal Entry #117 September 3rd 1900 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 14th 2017
Reality is finally setting in that I might never see my Karen again or return to a world before all this mess starting happening. I should have expected something like this when I first began researching the possibility of time travel. In the back of my mind, I never really thought I’d pull it off. That was short-sighted, even if it was just in my subconscious. I’m not giving up, but I can feel the sense of hope slipping. I need to find a way to get it back.
Journal Entry #116 September 2nd 1900 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 13th 2017
I’d forgotten how harsh the early twentieth century could be. This morning, I got a close-up view of an Irish street gang brawling with some guys near bar. The police busted it up quick, but the racial slurs and language what something I hadn’t seen except for television in quite some time. I kept my distance, but I felt as if the thugs could’ve attacked me at any second.
Journal Entry #115 September 1st 1900 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 12th 2017
If there’s any difference in my timeline and this one, I can’t tell the difference. Of course, it is over a hundred years earlier than my time, so any subtle changes I wouldn’t be able to tell anyway. Nothing too obvious is different. There’s a temporal accent with most people, especially here in New York. It’s amazing how much different there is just across one burrow.
Journal Entry #114 August 31st 1900 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 11th 2017
I got a visit from my future self, the original one I met the first night I discovered the spooks were hunting me. I was around about the tachyon signature. That’s how he found me. Once he tracked me down, he sent a remote located to lock on my location and transport me back into the past. He couldn’t bring me into the present because the spooks would have tracked me there. Looks like I’m starting all over again. This time, I’ll have to sit and wait. The catch is, I can’t completely rely on my knowledge of the future to get me by either, something about this universe not being exactly the same as my original one.
Journal Entry #113 August 30th 1900 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 10th 2017
The dawn of the twentieth century is a much different time period even then twenty years from now. New York is unrecognizable. Whatever last vestiges of the modern era I remember is gone. It looks more like a country market in the Middle East or Central Asia. Seeing horses walk across Broadway is just nuts. At least Madison Square Garden is still here, but beyond that, I’ll have to relearn the city all over again. That is if I last that long.
Journal Entry #112 August 29th 1900 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 9th 2017
I lost consciousness, and when I woke up, I was more than a hundred years in the past. I have no time device, and no one else is with me. I have no clue how I got here, and unless someone comes back to save me, I don’t know how I can get back. The fact that I somehow am here makes me think my future self is responsible, but how exactly, I don’t know. I’ll just have to sit and wait. At least the good news is that I prepared for this scenario, and 1900 was as far back as I prepared. If I’m stuck here, and least I live like a king.
Journal Entry #111 Unknown Date – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 8th 2017
I’m still in this timestream, but I’m not dead yet, and I’m not sure why. I guess lack of water kills people differently in different situations. Maybe I’ve just been lucky so far. I can’t think straight, not without food and water. Something occurred to me that I hadn’t considered before. It might be possible that time as I know it has stopped in this place. If that’s the case, I could go eternity with no food and water. I need to think, but I haven’t been able to do anything since I’ve gotten here. I need to calm my mind so I can think clearly and find a solution if there is one.
Journal Entry #110 Unknown Date – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 7th 2017
The light keeps flickering in and out as I wander in and out of consciousness. I’ve lasted another day. I’m not sure how. My mouth is dry as a bone, and I haven’t had food for days. A few more hours of this and I know I’ll be dead. I keep praying by some miracle someone will come rescue me, perhaps a version of me somewhere from God knows when out there in spacetime. It can’t end like this. I just know it can’t.
Journal Entry #109 Unknown Date – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 6th 2017
I think it’s my second day in the void, but I’m not completely sure. There’s no way to track time in the place, which is ironic. The void interacted with my time device and it dematerialized in front of me. This may be the last time I write in this journal. I doubt anyone will come for me, since I can’t think of a way for them to know when or where I am. It’s possible I might be giving off some type of tachyon signature, but beyond that, there’s nothing.
Journal Entry #108 Unknown Date – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 5th 2017
I’m back in the hole. I tried returning back to the future, but I didn’t make it. I’m not sure what happened, but whatever did sent me to this unknown place. I think I’m floating in the time stream. I have the time device, and I tried using it a couple times, but nothing happened. I don’t know how long I’ll be stuck here. If it’s more than a few days I might die of thirst. I’m already getting thirsty, and I swear I saw flashes of myself for a second. I’m not sure if it was real or if I’m already have thirst induced hallucinations.
Journal Entry #107 August 24th 1972 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 4th 2017
It was naive to think they would never find me. They did. It’s worse now, because I’m with a Karen who I’m not sure is the same as the one I know. She even said something that made me question if she was working for them. If I find out she’s working with the spooks, I don’t know what I’ll do. I’m tired. I’m hungry, and and I’m not thinking straight. I’ve been on the run all day. I hope they don’t find me.
Journal Entry #106 August 23rd 1972 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 3rd 2017
Journal Entry #105 August 22nd 1972 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 2nd 2017
The seventies is starting to grow on me. It’s full of contradictions, innocent yet perverse, colorful but tacky. The interesting thing about time travel is that visiting your own town in a different time can be like visiting an entirely new place. Nothing stays the same forever, even in New York City. If I had to say one thing I like the most in the past is the loyalty. Even criminals in this time live by their own code of honor. The spooks have no honor. Their worse than politicians and lawyers. But here, this place, this time, with Karen, it’s pure. It’s real.
Journal Entry #104 August 21st 1972 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - May 1st 2017
If you’re reading my journal, I’ve never told you why I started researching time in the first place. Karen reminded me of that reason today. Maybe some people think my reasons are selfish, and they might be right. But the spooks and those with political aims have manipulated time travel to accomplish their own goals, which they always seem to think is noble. I have just as much right to use it as them.
My mother loves me very much, mainly because she’s my mother. She’s forgiven me for the tragedy I’ve caused her. Fifteen years ago, My father was driving us to the market and I was upset with him. I distracted him enough to miss the oncoming car. The accident crushed my mother’s legs and killed my father instantly. My mother never said one bad word to me about it, not one. And I still can’t forgive myself.
Journal Entry #103 August 20th 1972 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 30th 2017
The great thing about having a time machine, or more accurately, a time device, is that you can use it to cheat. I told Karen the truth, and I backed it up with solid evidence. I went exactly one year in the past, and came back one year forward only a few seconds ahead, which was amount of time needed to travel into the past and back into the present. Time continues while I’m gone, at least in this branch of the multiverse. She was convinced, and I have my Karen back. Now I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop, if there is one.
Written by Roy Huff - April 29th 2017
I spoke to Karen today but not for long. I stopped by her work and acted like I was a customer. I’ll muster the courage to ask her out tomorrow. She said yes once, I don’t why should wouldn’t say it again. I did get a smile out of her, but that’s her job, so I’m not sure it counts.
On other fronts, I haven’t seen any sign of the spooks or anyone else who might be trying to find me. That’s good and back. I’m not sure how far away I am from my original timeline within this universe, but if I’m too far away, that could be a problem If I ever need to get back.
Journal Entry #101 August 18th 1972 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 28th 2017
I made it back to 1972. This time, there’s no spooks that I know of chasing me. I sat across from Karen all morning without saying or doing anything. I felt like a stalker. I had a plan, but I just couldn’t walk up to her and say anything. I’ll do it tomorrow. Famous last words. I know. But I do mean it. I just couldn’t help but feeling that what we have together would show on my face and it would scare her off, that she’d see my intense feelings for her that I’m not supposed to have and she’d freak out. How could I possibly explain that to her. I needed the day in the time to get in the right mindset. It all starts tomorrow.
Journal Entry #100 August 17th 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 27th 2017
I’ve decided I’m going back to find Karen in her own time. I hope I make it before she gets killed. I didn’t get the exact date of when she originally died, but it’s close to this time in August. The one year increment limitation on the time device will make it difficult to pick the best time. If I go back a year before, she’ll be in a completely different place in her life. If I wait too long, she’ll be dead and I’ll have to wait another year until I cross the exact date when I met her the first time.
The bigger problem is that my circumstances have changed, and there's no guarantee she’ll fall for me if those same issues don’t plague me in the new past timeline. I don’t know why I ever thought a drama free life was the better one. Either way, I need to get her before she dies.
Journal Entry #99 August 17th 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 26th 2017
I had a long conversation with Mitch today, and he made me realize something about the branching universe. I have no way of knowing if the spooks exist in this branch, and I’ve completely started over in this new reality. I have no way of contacting the other me, at least not yet.
The time device only works within my own timeline where I've lived before, so my only other choice is to go into the past. But each time I do, I’m not really going into my past, but switching lanes in the multiverse and previous nexus in time. At times, I’m tempting just to say it’s semantics. But it’s so much more than that, and the difference is what’s causing me to hesitate on my next move.
Journal Entry #98 August 16th 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 25th 2017
I know it’s dangerous, but I contacted Mitch. I this timeline, or branch in the timeline, pick your semantic, he’s still alive. I told him what happened, and I what I was trying to do and how I desperately needed Karen. It’s a perverse twist of fate, gaining Mitch but losing Karen in the process. I don’t want the spooks to take Mitch again, and I’m not sure the best way to bring Karen back, but I’m determined to make it happen.
Journal Entry #97 August 15th 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 24th 2017
I wish time travel worked like it did in the movies, at least this time. If it did, I could go back before we left the first time and save Karen from the spooks. Or I could just go back before it all happened. Of course it doesn’t work that way, and I’m not sure where to start with finding Karen. There’s no way I can track her, so I think my only chance is to draw the attention of the spooks and get captured myself. It’ll be dangerous, but I think I can rig a failsafe that will trigger a break in the timestream after a certain period of time. I’ll have to miniaturize the time device and embed it within my skin, but it’s doable.
Journal Entry #96 August 15th 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 23rd 2017
Another day with no spooks and no Karen. My future self told me that my destiny is to have a normal life. I’m not sure if he said that because that’s what he wanted for himself or if that’s how the future turned out. From what I know about the future, it can’t be the latter. Either way, I’m going to get Karen back. I have a plan, I just hope it's good enough.
Journal Entry #95 August 14th 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 22nd 2017
It’s only been one day since things went back to normal, and I’m going mad, mainly because Karen isn’t here and I don’t know if I’ll ever see her again. It's too quiet. I know that’s what I wanted, but I can’t help but feeling this is what empty nest syndrome feels like when kids leave their parents home.
I’ve decided I should be prepared just in case the spooks show up again, even they my future self assured me they’d never return. It was the only thing I could do to feel even a little bit normal.
Journal Entry #94 August 13th 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 21st 2017
I swear, if I had to spend one more day in that place I would have gone mad. I don’t know how I did it, but a future version of myself rescued me from that place and returned me at the precise moment I first left my original timeline.
Before I returned, he explained where the spooks would show up and how to stop them. He stayed with me once they arrived until we stopped them. I was elated until it dawned on me in the new restored timeline Karen wasn’t there. Now there’s this big hole where she used to be. I don’t know which is worse, running from the spooks or living in a world without her.
Journal Entry #93 Date Unknown (day 2) – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 20th 2017
I case you haven’t figured it out, you’re not actually reading this. These words are nothing more than ideas scribed onto my own mind. You see, I have no paper and nothing to write with even if I did. A few hours after I woke up this morning, reality faded away. The shape and form of my own body melted into a formless void. Even the device is gone. The tether is completely severed, and I’m completely screwed. No one know’s where I am, so no one’s coming for me. If there’s a hell, that's where I must be.
Journal Entry #92 Date Unknown – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 19th 2017
I have no idea when or where I am, other than the fact I’m somewhere in the multiverse floating through time. My future self told me this might happen if I attempted to cloak the lab within a tachyon field. The only thing is it was only a test. I scaled up the smaller trials from when I used probes to confirm it was safe. This was the only option I could think of to try to rescue Karen.
My tether isn’t completed severed. I embedded some makeshift trackers in my time device specifically for this scenario. The only problem is I’m completely dependent on one my my versions of myself finding me. It may have been stupid, but I would do it again in a heartbeat if I thought it would save Karen. For now, I’ll just have to wait for someone to save me.
Journal Entry #91 May 10th, 1980 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 18th 2017
My world came crashing down today. The spooks grabbed Karen. I guess I should have known there was no way to truly hide from them. I have no idea where to start looking for her, and I don’t even know what I would do if it did, other than beat the crap out of the people that grabbed her. After that, I have no idea.
The spooks have been two steps of ahead of me, but I shouldn’t be too surprised since they have history on their side and their time devices to go whenever and wherever they need to go. I need to beat them and their own game, and I’m not going to stop until I do.
Journal Entry #90 May 9th, 1980 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 17th 2017
Today was all work. With the nothing left to do but figure out a path forward to hide the lab within the timestream, I buckled down and accomplished more than I thought possible in a single day. I still have a lot more to do, but I worked out most of the advanced calculations, and discovered some surprising possibilities of how I can make the equations a reality. I’ll test my best guess frequency on a mockup lab tomorrow. If it works, I’ll make a plan to return to 2022 and cloak the lab before the spooks have a chance to find us.
Journal Entry #89 May 8th, 1980 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 16th 2017
We took a trip to the city. I was a little worried someone would recognize Karen, but it’s been eight years in her timeline since she would have disappeared, and she’s changed her look so much she’s we moved to her future. There were a few places she still recognized, and we made sure no one was there who would have recognized her before we entered.
It’s going to take a few days for me to cobble together a plan. I should have thought a little more before deciding on the date to return. The good news is I brought enough spare parts with me to construct what I need a few times over, and if I’m missing something, I’ll be able to traverse the timeline with my now functional device. The hard part will be to get back to my lab undetected to test out the tachyon field. I’ll run some simulations here first before then.
Journal Entry #88 May 7th, 1980 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 15th 2017
The test was successful, but I didn’t have time to think about what to do next before the spooks arrived. I barely had time to grab Karen’s hand before I flipped the switch. The one good thing is I’m more prepared now, and the new improved device hides the temporal signature with a rotating quantum frequency. Some schuck in another dimension will get a visit from the spooks instead of me. It sounds worse than it actually is, since I rigged the frequency rotator to reverse the origin of the spooks within five seconds of their arrival. I’d give anything to see the look on their face the next time they try looking for me.
Journal Entry #87 May 6th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 14th 2017
I hate feeling this way, like everyday someone is after me or something goes wrong. Fortunately, no one found me and nothing broke. I have the device ready except for one component, which I’ll test tomorrow. The lab is another story. I still remember the warnings my future self told me, even if they younger version of my myself in the other timeline contradicted. At this point, though, I can’t keep going on like this. If the spooks find me, I’ll just have to be well armed.
Journal Entry #86 May 5th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 13th 2017
It’s been awhile since I’ve been this driven. I spent twenty hours straight search for a way to get off the ground with my plan, and I still feel like I could go another twenty. Karen’s been nothing but supportive, and so far the tech has been cooperating too. I almost have a newly built time device, one that’s close enough to the old one but masks any temporal signature. It’s the same trick that’s going to let me run the lab outside the view of the spooks. I hope you’re ready Reset, because I’m coming for you.
Journal Entry #85 May 4th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 12th 2017
A spook who calls himself Reset sent me a video. I couldn’t look at it more than a few seconds. What he did to Mitch was unspeakable. I still don’t understand why Mitch sacrificed himself to help me. I tried to keep the video from Karen, but when she saw the reaction in my eyes, she forced me to relent.
Karen was devastated, worse than anything she’d seen so far. I could see a little of her spark die. That made me hate the spooks more than anything else ever could. It’s taking everything I’ve got not to let the hate and rage take over. After what just happened, I’m wondering if it’s worth the effort to fight it. Maybe it’s better to give in and embrace the hate. Regardless, they’re going to pay. That much I swear.
Journal Entry #84 May 3rd, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 11th 2017
Mitch came through with the SLAC chip. He even helped me retrieve the buried time device, but I shouldn’t have let him do it. It was a risk I should have taken alone. I tried to talk him out of it, but he refused to listen. He dug up the device, and disassembled the components. He sent a mutual former colleague with a message and the component I needed.
Mitch said they were after him. I don’t know how he was able to get away only to get taken seconds later, but that’s what happened. I only have myself to blame, but I’m not going to let this second, or should say third, chance go to waste. Mitch paid for it, and for all I know, with his life. I’m going to make this right. I’m going to find a way to stop the spooks once and for all, but first I'm going to get back Mitch.
Journal Entry #83 May 2nd, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 10th 2017
I woke up in cold sweats dreaming about the spooks capturing Karen. After I fell back asleep, my mind went hacking away at solution to the problem. I may have found one. I’ll have to dig up the time device to do it, and that means the spooks can track us if I can’t get the piece of tech out that I need fast enough.
The benefit is that if I manage to do it, I can piece together my own quantum drive. I’ll need a spare SLAC chip, but Mitch has a few spares he can give me. If it works, it will turn the tables on the spooks, and I’ll be the one who’ll be able to track them.
Journal Entry #82 May 1st, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 9th 2017
I spent the entire day with Karen. The time travel work isn’t going anywhere. Mitch looked like he needed a break from the stress of giving us access time on the quantum computer, so we hunkered down in a quaint cafe overlooking the river a couple blocks from the institute. I know it’s polluted, but it was still beautiful to watch, especially at dusk.
Tonight was especially arresting. The clouds cast a rose colored shadow on the water. We watched as the hours ticked away and the light faded into darkness. For a while, I let myself forget the events of the last few months, except for meeting Karen. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t deserve her.
Journal Entry #81 April 30th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 8th 2017
Today was a bust. We increased the size of the probe, and it nearly blew up in our face. Mitch is squeamish now about trying again. He’s worried the quantum drive will break down if we do, and he’ll lose his job or worse. I can’t say I don’t blame him, but I’m not going to get to send back any more probes in the near future.
Mitch was kind enough to continue to let me use the quantum computer as long as I don’t hook anything up. It’s not ideal, but at least I can still get some work done.
Journal Entry #80 April 29th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 7th 2017
We celebrated tonight. With Mitch’s help, we rigged a tiny probe to test out the tachyon field. The hope was to send it back with a video camera and monitor the frequency within a small box as we sent it through time along different forks in the multiverse. We sent back three different probes, each one slightly larger than the previous. It worked.
We still need to scale up the device to match the mass of the lab, but based on the readings, I don’t expect any problems. If everything works out tomorrow, the lab could be up and running in a week.
Journal Entry #79 April 28th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 6th 2017
I brought Karen in to watch me work. She seemed interested, but I couldn’t tell if she was just being kind or if she was genuinely fascinated. I can say for someone with no background in quantum physics, she’s no slouch. Either way, she was thrilled when she saw the reaction on my face when I successfully created a scaled version of the tachyon field with the SLAC accelerator. It was only a subatomic version of what we need, but it’s one step closer than where we were yesterday.
Journal Entry #78 April 27th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 5th 2017
I took the day off to spend time with Karen and clear my head. It’s amazing how your best ideas reveal themselves when you’re not trying. After dinner, the thought occurred to me I could turn the lab into a giant quantum drive of sorts. The tachyon field would act as a conductor between branching timelines. It would require a fixed point in this universe and a conductor with the ability to cross timelines using the same properties as a quantum drive.
I’ll run an inventory of materials tomorrow to see if we're missing anything. We may get out of this yet.
Journal Entry #77 April 26th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 4th 2017
Just the short time I’ve spent working with Mitch on the SLAC accelerator has opened my eyes to greater possibilities. The early numbers suggest a stable tachyon field surrounding the lab is possible, but the thought crossed my mind that I might not need to return to the lab after all. I’ll talk to Mitch about it tomorrow, but we have everything I need here. The tough time will be reserving computer time. So far, there's been no sign of the spooks in the last couple of days. I’m wondering how long I should wait before I reach out to my mother.
Journal Entry #76 April 25th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 3rd 2017
I lucked out with the Steven’s Institute for Technology. My old colleague, Mitch, still works there, and I explained our current predicament. He’s willing to give me some off the books time on the quantum drive in exchange for helping him with his current project. It will still take a while for me to access all the files I need and recreate my lost data from the lab in New York, but I have a potential way out now to evade the spooks and continue with my research. I might even find a way to beat them for good.
I had dinner with Mitch and his family. Karen was overjoyed. She got to see more friends of mine and have decent dinner without too much concern for whether or not we were being watched.
Journal Entry #75 April 24th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 2nd 2017
I used today to think. It’s a luxury I haven’t afforded myself recently, but one misstep could prove fatal if I make the wrong choice. I know I can’t second guess myself over every decision, but the stakes are too high to screw up any one of the next few choices. If I create the tachyon field around the lab and I’m wrong, we could end up dying instantly if the field pushes us into the wrong timeline or branch in the multiverse. If I do nothing, our choices will be made for us, and the spooks will eventually track us down.
This evening, I found myself walking with Karen along Frank Sinatra Drive gazing across the Hudson and pining for the city. On the way back, a possible solution emerged. The Steven’s Institute for Technology was on the way back. I had several colleagues that operated an off-the-books lab on the main campus. They used it mostly for unpopular animal testing to avoid protestors, but a small part of the lab was dedicated to micro particle accelerators.
The “SLAC accelerators” as my colleagues called them used the SLAC chip combined with a perfected quantum drive. SLAC chips are well known, but the government’s been lying about highly efficient and error free quantum drives for a over a decade. I have one possible connection there. I’ll stop by tomorrow and see if I can get access.
Journal Entry #74 April 23rd, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - April 1st 2017
Things are spiraling out of control way too fast. I don’t know what I was thinking, and I know I keep saying that a lot lately. This time, I really mean it. I guess I should’ve figured out I can’t trust these alternate versions of myself. They could be completely different than who I am, and I need to be careful, because they could easily take my place. Luckily, I’ve been recording them.
I should also mention I have a new plan to cloak the lab, and it doesn’t even involve the tachyon field.
Journal Entry #73 April 22nd, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 31st 2017
My younger version told me my older version was wrong. I know, I’m getting confused too, but he said it is possible to create a tachyon field that masks that lab, and do it safely. If there’s a chance, and I don’t mean small chance but real chance, I think I should give it a shot. Karen deserves it.
Journal Entry #72 April 21st, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 30th 2017
My head's spinning after what happened today. I met a younger version of myself from the past. Technically, he's not from my past but a parallel past. He brought his own device that allows him to connect with any hub in any time in the multiverse. Time travel just got a whole lot more complicated.
Journal Entry #71 April 20th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 29th 2017
I feel lost. My instincts were right about Hoboken. It’s gloomy, both the sky and my current prospects. Even Karen normally chipper attitude is down. But I have to fight it. I know things will improve. They have to. I believe it’s true about what they say, how things are darkest just before the end of the storm.
I don’t have anything to work with expect the plans in my head. It could take me years to construct a new lab, and even longer with no money to build one. I couldn’t relinquish the time device altogether. I decided to bury it, and use a tracker in case someone from the future happens across it. At least I can get a sense of if they they’ve been tracking me through the device. I’m not sure how long I’ll wait, but it’s a start.
Journal Entry #70 April 19th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 28th 2017
I spoke to my future today about my idea. He said the reason my idea’s dangerous is because once you get lost in a tachyon field, there’s no guarantee you’ll end up in a stream that’s in sync with our own universe. After he explained the physics behind it, it made sense. The time device keeps us connected to points along my own timeline, but once I venture out, any time jolt could send the entire lab and everyone in it into uncharted territory. I’m talking whole new world kind of stuff, Sliders on steroids.
I told my mom I have to take Karen someplace safe, which means as far away as possible. It’s too risky if I stay here. And I figured out a way they won’t be able to find me. To guarantee my future self and whoever is after him, I’ll have to ditch the time device and use a random generator to decide our next move. The first place it said was Hoboken. Nothing against Jersey, but I hate Hoboken. At first I thought I’d give it another spin, but if I did that they could figure out where I might be. I’ll give in. Hoboken it is. Karen has friends there, or at least she did fifty years ago.
Journal Entry #69 April 18th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 27th 2017
My future self appeared in the living room just as we were about to jump back. He warned me what I was about to do was dangerous. He said he tried it before, and it almost killed him. I’m not sure what other choice I have. He explained the tachyon particles were too unpredictable, that a field couldn’t contain them. They would appear stable one moment, or even for a while, and then without any warning, they’d shift and the field would breakdown.
He said in his world, he lost Karen. Those words scared me. Did he mean it? I wasn’t sure if he was lying to keep me from doing it or if he was telling me the truth. I’m still not sure about his motivations, but for now, I can’t risk it. I’ll stick around my timeline for a bit longer, but I have no idea what I’ll do the next time they show up.
Journal Entry #68 April 17th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 26th 2017
I have enough power in the time device to go back one more jump. I think I might need to jump back one year, and I have an idea about what I can do once I get there. I’ve worked out some of the details I’ll need to prepare the lab to general the tachyon field. The power requirements would work the same a year ago as they would now, and I even my have an excuse to steal the power and activate the field before anyone notices.
It was a year ago today that the experiment went online. I apparently haven’t invented the time device yet, but experiments with the tachyon particles started then, and they require a much larger charge. It will be tricky navigating with two versions of myself, but I think I can handle it.
Journal Entry #67 April 16th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 25th 2017
I suffered a setback today. All the progress I made was lost. The spooks managed to find my location, overpower the guards at the lab, and steal all my notes. Luckily I still have the time device, but I feel like I’m back square one. At least I’m in my own time and with Karen.
I could tell she misses home and her family. I asked her about it, and she said this was her new home, I was her new home. I can’t say how happy that made but also sad, sad I can’t protect her from the thugs that keep coming after us. This isn’t over. I haven’t given up. I going to get back in the lab, one way or another. And when I do, the spooks are going to be sorry they ever messed with Bobbie Raiser.
Journal Entry #66 April 15th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 24rd 2017
Holy crap! I can’t believe I might actually get this to work. Thanks to the detailed notes I left myself from the future, I patched together a semblance of a plan to steal enough juice from the power grid. The lab even has its own wiring that can hold the extra charge needed to feed the special field.
I’m still working on the field part, but at least it’s not just a Hail Mary pass anymore. Nothing’s in the notes about turning the lab into a hidden crib with the spacetime continuum, but I can see a way forward in between the lines.
Karen’s thrilled with the idea, and I can't let her down.
Journal Entry #65 April 14th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 23rd 2017
I’ve been thinking up ways to shield my lab from the spooks. I could tap into a tachyon field then cover myself in a modulating resonance frequency that vibrates in unison with the space time continuum. It should allow me to enter the lab and keep out everyone else regardless of their originating time. I got the idea from watching an old episode of Star Trek TNG when they battled the Borg.
The science is sound, the hard part is making it work. Part of the job’s already done for me. The time device left by my future self already taps into the field. With enough power, I could enlarge it. Essentially, the lab would be floating outside of spacetime, or more precisely, modulating in and out of an infinite number of moments along the continuum.
I’ll have to finagle a way to grab more power, and it will take some time to perfect. But I have that covered.
Journal Entry #64 April 13th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 22nd 2017
My eyes are heavy from a late night. I’ve gotten zero sleep, and we’re on the run again. My future self took the heat, and I’m not sure I’ll be seeing him for a while. He gave me everything he has on the people hunting us, but he has his own battles to fight now.
There are more people like me. Or more preciesely, there are more people like him who are hiding out in the past from future thugs that want to control everything. Nowhere and no time is safe. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but if I’m being honest, it’s an odd a relief.
I can’t control who’s after me, or why they’re after me. There’s just too many of them. But since I have no real control, I feel like the pressure is off even though I know isn’t. It just means the reason they're after us is out of my hands. I’ll just have to sleep with a gun under my pillow.
Journal Entry #63 April 12th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 21st 2017
Just in case I have to take a ride back through time, I printed out stats of games and stocks every week going back to 1900. Not sure if I’ll need them, but at least I’ll be prepared.
Karen get’s a lot great with mom. I knew they would. Mom’s always wanted me to be happy, and she can see Karen makes me happy, even though we haven’t been together that long. What’s surprising is how well she’s taking the whole time travel thing. I couldn’t lie to her anymore, not with two versions of me showing up at her door.
She said she expected something like this, but I don’t know how she could. Who expects two versions of their son to show up at their door hiding from time traveler goons?
Journal Entry #62 April 11th, 2022 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 20th 2017
One day of rest was all we got. We’re back on the run, and my future self is joining us. I hate to say it, especially since we’re fighting for our survival against several different government agencies, but I’m feeling a little jealous of my future self.
I know it’s shallow for me to think this way, but the future me is older, wiser, and I can’t help but think Karen digs the way he looks. I guess I should be flattered, since I’ll be the one aging into the better version of myself, but it’s still a bit weird.
For the moment, I’m staying with a friend of my mom’s. We all are. I couldn’t risk them tracking us with our ID’s to a hotel, and staying at my mother’s place is too dangerous. In truth, this place it too dangerous, but I didn’t want to put my mother at risk. I’m going to find a way to end this thing. I just have to.
Written by Roy Huff - March 19th 2017
My future self came through. I finally made it back to own time, but as far as everyone else knows, I’ve been gone for nearly two months. Considering how I’d been married to my office, the only person concerned was my mother. I made sure the first thing I did was call her when I arrived. I came up with an excuse related to work that sounded believable enough, but I still think she thought something was up.
Karen was happy to see me. She was heartbroken to see the bruises they inflicted on my face while I was in the hole, but I think she got over it once she realized I was safe.
I gave the time device back to my future self, but he’s going to stay here with me in the lab until he get’s it working properly again. I told him everything I uncovered, but there’s so much more he said I have to know about what’s been going on. He painted a bleak picture, and with so much stacked against us, it’s going to be a real challenge to stop the bad guys.
Journal Entry #60 April 9th, 2020 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 18th 2017
One more day left in the hole. My future self sent another hologram message. I don’t think I’ve ever been so eager to see a hologram, but after you’ve been in the dark for so long you start to appreciate that small things.
Karen’s in 2022 with my future self. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I think it’s for the best until I can get out of here, which my future self assured me is tomorrow.
My captors had a little fun beating me today. It could have been much worse, but I’m still hurting from the lashings they gave me. I got the sense the men doing the beating didn’t really want to, but I think I wouldn't hesitate to beat the crap out of them once I’m free if I had the chance. One more day. That’s all need, just one more day.
Journal Entry #59 April 8th, 2020 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 17th 2017
I thought it would be easy to wait three more days in the hole, but I have two left, and it sucks. I’m still freaking out about Karen. After my future self left, I realized he didn’t tell me anything about where she was or how long she would be there.
I’m losing track of time in here. I don’t know how long I’ve been waiting unless I count the minutes, and that’s extremely tedious and boring. I still do it anyway, since it keeps my mind of what might be happening to her and what they might do to me if my future self doesn’t bail me out of this situation soon. I'm going to get out of this. I just have to wait.
Journal Entry #58 April 7th, 2020 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 16th 2017
One more day in the hole, but I’m smiling. It took myself long enough, but he appeared in another hologram from the future. I was in the dark so long, he blinded me when he first made contact. He said I only have to wait three more days, and Karen is fine. That’s all I care about right now. If she’s hurt nothing else matters, I wouldn’t care what the spooks do to me.
He said he’ll explain everything. He’s said that before, and I’ve been waiting for two months. But it feels different this time. I feel like he’s been holding out on me. I’m finally going to get some answers.
Journal Entry #57 April 6th, 2020 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 15th 2017
I’m going crazy in this hole. I’ve only been here for two days, but I know now how people can go crazy after being locked up or thrown in solitary for months at a time. I can’t let the spooks beat me. I don’t know what their plan is, but god knows I had enough time to think about.
I fear what they might be doing to Karen. She didn’t deserve this. I had a thought that broke my heart. Would she have been better off dead? If they’re torturing her, I couldn’t forgive myself. What did I do?
Journal Entry #56 April 5th, 2020 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 14th 2017
I’ll keep this entry short since I’m writing it on a hole in the wall somewhere with my fingernails. They got to me. The spooks gagged me, threw me in a van, and are holding me out in the middle of nowhere. They took the time device, my ID, and anything anyone could use to identify me with. I’m all alone. I only hope that Karen in safe. I don’t know if this is my last entry, but I pray survive and Karen with be okay.
Journal Entry #55 April 4th, 2020 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 13th 2017
I thought jumping into my near past would feel off. It doesn’t. I’m tempted to stay, especially with the other me gone. I’ve filled in the void, and no one has noticed. I know it won’t last long, at least I think it won’t. Whoever got to the other me will probably be back.
With the lab, I’m able to make more improvements to the time device. I noticed an interface with my lab computers. My future self left an embedded video file, but I can’t access it until I can disable the firewall.
It was great to take Karen to the few hangouts I frequent. I’m not exactly an extrovert, but it was great to see old friends. Even before I jumped through time, I hadn’t gotten out much. When things get back to normal, if they get back to normal, that has to change.
Journal Entry #54 April 3rd, 2020 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 12th 2017
Karen’s been spending her free time on the internet when I’ve been out. She can’t believe how everything can be found online. But it was a mistake. When I came back, I saw her crying. I didn’t know what the problem was until she told me she looked up her obituary and discovered she died a few weeks after we left. She asked me if I knew. I couldn’t lie.
She wasn’t upset at me. She told me she understood, but she was still angry at the fact she couldn't live longer in her time, but she was happy I took her with me and grateful she could live longer than she did.
My 2020 self still hasn’t shown up, and the future version of myself is nowhere to be seen. I’m not sure what to expect next, so I’ve gone back to work. Now that I know I’ll figure out the solution to my temporal equations, it’s given me renewed vigor.
Journal Entry #53 April 2nd, 2020 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 11th 2017
I found a message I left for myself. The network spans multiple timelines. I was write about the competing networks, but I was wrong that it was only one faction that wants me dead. The number of spooks and the agencies they work for is far more advanced than I could have possibly imagined.
I don’t know how far into the future the network goes, but I know it’s at least twenty-five years. This version of myself kept meticulous notes, and it proves that not only did I not influence this future, but I’m clearly in a different branch of the multiverse. The device is far more complicated that a simple temporal relocator.
How do I explain to Karen that we’re not only jumping through time, but we’re also hopping across the multiverse. I decided to grab some donuts instead. Thank God we still have Krispy Kreme.
Journal Entry #52 April 1st, 2020 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 10th 2017
I went back to the lab in the hopes of working with the 2020 version of myself, but he was nowhere to be found. I’m convinced the spooks got to him. I know myself. I wouldn’t have ran if I just bumped into a future version of me. I didn’t the first time, and even though I never met my 2022 version in 2020, I wouldn’t have hid or ran if I did.
I have the keys to my apartment and he wasn’t there either. It may not be the safest idea, but we’re crashing their until further notice. I’ve boobie trapped the front door and windows just in case the spooks show up and try anything. Security’s at the lab, and I’m going back to work tomorrow. I don’t know how exactly this is going to work, pretending to be the version of myself from nearly two years ago, but I’ll make it work somehow. I’ll just seem a little forgetful for the next few days. That’s unless I decided to return again.
Karen’s taking the whole doppelganger thing well just like she’s taken everything else. Now that I’m almost back to my time, I’m considering telling her about her future. I’m not sure how she’ll react.
Journal Entry #51 March 31st, 2020 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 9th 2017
I fixed the time device. And as you can see from the date, I traveled forward to my near present. My future self said to go back one year, but since I’ve already been traveling for over a month, I figured it might not be safe so close to my departure date in 2022, so I went forward one year and eleven months before my present, or backward depending on your perspective. But it’s close enough until I get things sorted.
You wouldn’t believe the conversation I had with the 2020 version of myself. The fact that I was able to have the conversation and not remember proves I was right about my theory. The multiverse is a reality. In my future, it’s clear the black box portion of the time device is acting to facilitate branching off in the multiverse from any timestream.
It also means, in some other universe, in my universe, the 2020 me never met the 2022 me. And I know there’s other timelines where I didn't meet my future self either. All this really means is that I shouldn't feel bad I brought Karen with me, or that she died is some alternate timeline. She’s alive now, and we can live our lives together.
All I need to do now is I figure out the real reason the spooks are after me besides the obvious. If I can determine their motivations, maybe I can stop them.
Journal Entry #50 March 30th, 1995 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 8th 2017
I can’t tell you how much I miss the internet. I felt like I was living in the dark ages without it. I don’t think I ever used a Mosaic browser, and the loading times were super slow. Still, I was able to get some basic research done, nothing like there’s going to be a few years from now, but it’s a start.
The spooks were nowhere to be seen, and I did keep up my ice baths. I’m still crossing my fingers I can figure out a way to eliminate this tracker that was absorbed in my skin. I’d hate to do this another eleven months just to hide from the spooks. I think I said that already.
My future self tried to send a holographic message, but it kept shorting out. He was frantic. Just looking at his face as he cut in and out caused my blood pressure to jump twenty points. He said something about the nexus and neutrinos. I wasn’t able to catch anything else.
I took Karen to Broadway and 87th for a Starbucks coffee. Most people still hated them at the time, but I thought she would get a kick out of the modern chain.
Journal Entry #49 March 29th, 1995 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 7th 2017
One more day spook free. That feels good, but I have to stay vigilant since they could show up anytime. I got a clear signal today from my future self. He finished his message from before. No matter what I do, I can’t go back into the past. At least not now. He didn’t say why, and he didn’t say what would happen if I did. The hologram cut off before he had time. But at least not knowing is one less thing I have to worry about.
I’m back to fiddling with the time device in our hotel. I don’t know how much uninterrupted time I’ll have to work on it, so we loaded up with supplies from Radio Shack and got busy soldering transistors and micro wiring.
I got the cash from betting on the Rockies beating the Yanks 4-1. It’s not making us rich, and it’s the only game I know from ‘95, but it was enough to pay for the supplies we needed, so I’m grateful.
Journal Entry #48 March 28th, 1995 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 6th 2017
I almost died today, and so did Karen. I got too cocky, too complacent. They didn’t just send a couple people after us, they sent a whole team. At least a dozen men chased us from Uptown to Harlem. It was something straight out of an action movie. Every second I thought we escaped them, someone else appeared in front of us.
I drenched my shirt within the first ten minutes of the chase, and after that, I forgot about it. We zigzagged in and out of stores and jumped from street to street. A couple of times the cops got in the seen and started chasing us too. I guess they figured if we were running, we must have been guilty of something. We managed to escape them too.
We ran home, grabbed the gear, and in between dodging spooks, cops, and cars, I somehow managed to get a decent charge on the device and jumped us five years in the future. I can’t believe I missed Kurt Cobain the second time around. I’ll have to jump back to pay him a visit.
I’m feeling closer to home, but I can tell Karen is feeling farther away. I guess that’s a curse of a time traveler.
Journal Entry #47 March 27th, 1990 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 5th 2017
We took the day off after I did my best work fixing the time device. I say fixing loosely. I still haven’t figured out how to work it up to a full charge, but I only spent a couple hours. The rest of the time Karen and I spent goofing off and running around the city. That time was of course cut short by my periodic ice baths.
I’ll test out the device tomorrow. Moments ago, I uncovered something in the holographic files about the network that’s hunting us. I know several of the members of the organization. They worked with me as a researcher at the university. Both of them were inferior students, at least in the field. I’m not surprised they went to work for the government.
That’s actually good news. Their general level of incompetence means I have a decent shot after figuring out how to beat them. Now all I have to do is come up with a plan.
Journal Entry #46 March 26th, 1990 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 4th 2017
The worst thing about taking an ice bath every four hours is that it’s nearly impossible to get a good night sleep. For now, it’s a price worth paying, but I’m not sure how long I’ll feel that way. I’m not good on no sleep.
It was nice to have another day without needing to look over our shoulder every few minutes, and it gave us enough time to buy a computer and supplies to fix the time device. Karen spent the better part of the day catching up on the history of her future. She still can’t believe the Berlin Wall has fallen as has the Soviet Union.
I’ll find out tomorrow if my patchwork fix is enough to charge the time device, but I have an idea I want to test out first. It may be the key to getting me out of here and finding out what my future self was trying to warn me about.
Journal Entry #45 March 25th, 1990 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 3rd 2017
The ice bath trick worked well enough to get supplies, make a rough patch on the time device and take the smallest jump forward. It was only a matter of time before they found us, so I risked another jump with two people on a minimum charge to hold them off a bit longer. I jumped one year, but the device apparently cuts the jump in half when two people are in the temporal field. I think I lucked out on this one.
I missed my window to make a killing in the stock market, but I’ll take a the higher processing speed and python over a few extra bucks any day.
Karen’s thrilled to finally be in the 90’s. She thought she’d be a middle aged woman by now. I told her she’ll be as beautiful as she is now in any decade.
It’s going to be hard to keep up this ice bath every four hours, but for now I have a clean break from the spooks, and I plan on keeping it that way for as long as possible. I’ll keep working on the time device to get it up to a full charge and hope my future self can find me.
Journal Entry #44 September 24th, 1989 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 2nd 2017
I finally took Karen away from the basement we’d been in for the last couple of days. But only after I secured Jerry and his partner in a hole that was even deeper. I didn’t want to just let them go, and I couldn’t keep them where I was hiding Jerry. One prisoner was bad enough, but two was unworkable. That, and I suspected they had back up on the way after Jerry went missing.
One thing good did come from holding them hostage for as long as we did. I discovered there was a way to mask the tracker a few hours at a time with an ice bath. I hated cold water, but it gave us the peace of mind to take a careless stroll in the city.
Karen’s old workplace at Harry’s may have been shut down, but we still managed to find several old favorites. We went to Ferrara’s, Veniero’s, and then Glaser’s and stuffed our faces with every confectionery our stomachs could hold. I started with two cheminee’s filled with vanilla mousse and berries. Karen had an Isabelle with chocolate mousse & raspberry jam, resting on chocolate cake.
When we finished we found a different hotel and left the spooks to fend for themselves. I felt a little bad about it, but I know their friends will be after them soon enough. I still have no clue what I was trying to warn myself about the other day. I hope I haven’t royally screwed things worse than they already were.
Journal Entry #43 September 23rd, 1989 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - March 1st 2017
I didn’t have to wait long for Jerry’s partner to find him. I should have expected they’d have some kind of tracker, but Jerry let it slip before his friend arrived. They used a temporal locator. They slipped it into my jacket pocket before I left 2022. They must have visited my lab several times before our first confrontation.
The locator was a powder that was absorbed by the jacket, and then my skin. It has a resonance that lasts for eleven months. That means they’ll be on my tale for another ten, but at least now I know it won’t last forever.
I get the sense now it’s not me they’re after but my future self. Based on what I saw from Jerry’s chip, it makes sense. I also learned there are competing factions in the government program to track me down. One side wants to use me as bait, the other wants me dead.
Journal Entry #42 September 22nd, 1989 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 28th 2017
The first thing I learned from Jerry’s chip is he’s part of a network. They always work in pairs, which means his partner is somewhere out there looking for him and us. The bigger problem is the network itself.
They were formed several decades in the future. One of my future colleagues wasn’t happy with keeping time travel on a need to know basis with just a few key scientists. He went to a friend in the government he thought he could trust. It was all downhill from there.
They set up a special off the books operation to hunt down anyone with information they suspected could lead them to the truth. At least in this universe, I’m the first person to invent an actual time machine. I was years from inventing it, but I will eventually, so here I am.
Journal Entry #41 September 21st, 1989 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 27th 2017
I have to stop. I think I’m enjoying this too much.
Jerry never quit being lippy when I removed his gag. When he didn’t give us a straight answer about where he’s from and why he’s after us Karen yelled at him. Anger welled up inside me, and I took it out on his face.
In 2022, I remember reading how there was a public campaign to downplay the effective of torture even though experts knew it was extremely effective. After today’s results there’s no question. Torture works.
I limited the pain inflicted to basic waterboarding and good old fashion punches. The trick was to wait until he was sleepy. Willpower declines throughout the day. I kept him tired and ramped up my efforts the more lethargic he became. Just before midnight, he broke.
His holographic ID activated a chip embedded in his forearm, which I pulled out. It was a treasure-trove of information. It’s going to take a few days to decipher everything, but I’m already shocked at what I found.
Journal Entry #40 September 20th, 1989 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 26th 2017
Today I bought a gun. Funny thing, I needed it. I didn’t shoot anyone, but I captured one of the spooks. His name’s Jerry Williams.
Karen surprised me with her cool attitude about the whole buy-a-gun and kidnapping thing, but I guess that’s less surprising than going out with a time traveler from the future.
Jerry carried a fingerprint activated holographic ID. Wherever he’s from, it’s not my time, at least not the 2022 version of me. He thought he was being clever with a disguise that was straight out of Indiana Jones. Aside from the goofy outfit, he’s been trained well, and I don’t know how long we can keep him tied up without attracting unnecessary attention.
Journal Entry #39 September 19th, 1989 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 25th 2017
The thought occurred to me I could enjoy living in 1989. The first functional Python program will be developed in December. I could work on an improved algorithm to compile once I’ve purchased the new 486 with the installed subroutines in December. I do miss my smartphone, but everything in the future moves so quickly. If I manage to elude the spooks long enough, and that’s a big if, the slower pace here would be nice.
I’ve been going nonstop since college. I’ve shut out everything else except my work and theories on time travel. Getting the lab operational was a monumental undertaking. Now that I’ve got some distance from my routine, I can see the treadmill I’ve been running. Don’t get me wrong; I love my work, but I wish I’d scheduled some time in that routine for family and everything else I’ve been missing.
Karen’s helped me see that. I thought a long time today about what’s right and wrong. Who's to tell me it’s wrong to take Karen with me? This isn’t television, and there isn’t some stupid governmental rule or regulation I have to follow, or at least not yet anyway. And I wouldn’t care if there was. Staring into Karen’s eyes made me feel whole again.
I didn’t even know something was missing in my life until now, and if some twist of fate took her away from me, I couldn’t image the pain of that loss. I’m worried this might be an infatuation on my part, that my feelings will fade over time. Maybe in the future I’ll look back on things and realize the folly of it all. Maybe that’s what my future self was trying to say. But right now, I don’t care. I haven’t felt like this since ever. How can something that feels like this be wrong?
Journal Entry #38 September 18th, 1989 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 24th 2017
Written by Roy Huff - February 23rd 2017
My future self sent another hologram. He was frantic. Something cut him off mid-sentence, and the feed dropped. The last words out of his mouth were, “Whatever you do, don’t...” After that, a cloud hung over the rest of the day.
I kept wondering what he was going to say. Don’t what? Don’t travel through time? Don’t take Karen with you? Don’t come back to the lab? Who the heck knows. It rattled me to the core. I felt bad for Karen. She huddled over me as I puked my guts out over the toilet. I couldn’t even tell her why I felt the way I did, but she didn’t let that keep her from trying to cheer me up.
After I emptied out my breakfast in the commode, I broke in the 386 computer I bought yesterday. Machine learning was the topic of my dual Ph.D. thesis in artificial intelligence and theoretical physics. I put them both to good use. The outdated technology limited the algorithm I constructed, but I managed to mimic some of the features developed by later iterations of R, Python, and GNU Octave with the help of some outmoded shell scripting.
I suspect the spooks perfected their own version and are using it to track me. I know my algorithm will work. It’s just a question of will it work fast enough. It’s time for some healthy competition.
Journal Entry #36 September 16th, 1989 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 22nd 2017
Journal Entry #35 September 15th, 1984 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 21st 2017
They’re getting too close, and I couldn’t help but worry if I’ll be running like this for the rest of my life. Karen could see I was upset. She did her best to calm me me down and took me to this bakery around the corner she’s frequented since she was a kid. It was still open, but it won’t be for much longer.
The pastries were amazing. Harry, the shop owner, couldn’t help but explain why he had to close. The lease rent tripled, and there was no way he could keep his bakery with the new price. He planned to move to Staten Island, my favorite burrow. I jest.
The gunshots from the other day must have rattled my brain because I didn’t realize the gravity of our actions until Harry recognized her. The way his jaw fell to floor reminded me of those old Warner Brothers cartoons. She played it off, said she was a cousin who shared the same name. I don’t think he bought it. Karen said he knew the entire family, but it was the only excuse she could think of at the time.
We made it back safely to my hotel, paid, and then found a new place to crash the next couple of days. I have no idea what's our next best course of action. I think we'll have to wing it.
Journal Entry #34 September 14th, 1984 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 20th 2017
They shot at me today. I barely escaped with my life, and I’m glad Karen wasn’t with me. It pains me to think I’ve put her in danger, but the fact that she’s supposed to be dead in a few weeks alleviates some of that guilt. Still, it’s one thing to think theoretically about someone’s death, it’s something else entirely to see it up close in person. I still have no clue what I’m going to do, or if I’m going to tell her, but it’s eating away at me.
I’ve been thinking more about my initial theories on causality. I’ve been under the impression the branching universe creates separate timelines at each branching point, but the events of the last month question that assumption.
I didn’t have time to get into an in depth discussion with my future self on how he completed my theory or how the time device works, but either the spooks are jumping in from different timelines, which is a possibility, or I’ve been wrong about everything.
Journal Entry #33 September 13th, 1984 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 19th 2017
Karen realized in 1984, her mom must think she’s been missing for thirteen years. Her mom needed her, even if they no longer lived together. She wasn’t strong like Karen. Her mother grew more independent after Karen’s move but still needed those weekly calls. Karen considered going back but knows the situation.
At first, she thought it might be feasible if she returned today. She could make up an excuse for the shop where she worked, say it was food poisoning that kept her home and unable to call. But if she waited much longer, she would have to wait the full year. She debated with herself aloud, then she looked at me and stopped.
I felt she understood she would lose me. And then there was the other thing. Even if I recharged and fixed the time device, she would go back to her old life, her unfulfilled-dreams-slipping-away life. There was no time for love in the cutthroat fashion world, especially when you had a day job and no connections to the exclusive club of coked-up designers and paper-thin models. She was on the outside looking in and fighting every step of the way to find a foothold.
I couldn’t tell her she would die if she did. I’m glad it’s wasn’t possible and even more glad she came to the conclusion she didn’t want to. I know it was cowardly of me to think that way, but I’m only human. I already know I’d be devastated if she leaves. It’s selfish of me. It was selfish to bring her in the first place. Right now, I don’t mind being a little selfish.
Journal Entry #32 September 12th, 1984 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 18th 2017
Journal Entry #31 September 11th, 1984 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 17th 2017
Screw it. I got the time device working, sort of, and I took Karen with me. It’s not like there’s time police who can stop me. If things don’t work out, I can always take her back. She’ll just have to wait. There’s the minor issue of aging, but if she doesn’t want to return within the next couple of years, I doubt it will matter anyway.
I didn’t quite make it to 2021, my original intended destination a year prior to the present. If only I'd gotten it right the first time. Of course, it won’t be a year anymore. It’ll be eleven months. I can’t believe I’ve been traveling through time for a month.
I do feel guilty for bringing Karen here, but there was no way I could check her future since the device isn’t completely fixed. The fact that I’m in 1984 should make that clear. But that’s my fault too. With two people, the device had even less power. I expect I would have made it to 1996 if I traveled alone. The electronics in ‘96 are much better, but I can make it work.
Journal Entry #30 September 10th, 1971 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 16th 2017
Journal Entry #29 September 9th, 1971 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 15th 2017
I can’t remember the last time I saw a smile that big. Karen’s face beamed the moment I hit the time device and nothing happened. She must like me, although I still can't figure out why. At least I won’t be alone if I’m stuck here.
The smile only lasted a moment. After the device failed, the spooks showed up again. We managed to escape to a Jewish synagogue. It was an interesting surprise when I found out Karen and her family were Jewish. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised living in New York, but it was a nice change of pace.
I’m at a loss for why it didn’t work. I’ll have to deconstruct it again. I haven’t seen my future self in over a week. I can’t help but wondering why the spooks were able to find me, but I wasn’t able to find myself.
Journal Entry #28 September 8th, 1971 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 14th 2017
I convinced Karen to go with me to place my bet on the Tigers. I almost felt dirty asking her, like I was a gambler with a vice. But she saw through my soul and understood, at least I thought she did, I had good intentions.
I whispered in Karen’s ear if the Tigers won 5 to 3 to please consider I was telling the truth if I told her I was a time travel. She smiled. I’m sure she thought I was joking, but it was just enough after the victory to persuade her I was serious. I told her everything.
She stuck up for me at the pawn shop when the owner sold my class ring. He was supposed to hold it for several weeks. I had the claim check, but all her pleading couldn’t return the ring or make him any more of a respectable man.
I’ve met my share of crooks, but I was more hurt by my disappointment in his spirit than the loss of the ring. It had sentimental value, but I wanted to like him. He was a family man and said he built the business from scratch. I should have brought Karen with me when I initially hawked it. She’s the better judge of honest eyes.
She frowned after I mentioned I planned on leaving tomorrow. I could tell she was hurt. I hope the time device doesn’t work properly. I’m falling for Karen.
Journal Entry #27 September 7th, 1971 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 13th 2017
I stopped by the shop again to visit Karen. I couldn’t help myself. I know it was a bad idea, but if there’s even the slightest possibility I’m going to die soon, it would be a real shame not to spend the precious time I have to say something to her. I’m glad I did. She’s as kind as she is beautiful.
I still felt bad. I’d hate to put her in any danger, and I’m positive the spooks were watching from across the street. The black tinted sedans couldn’t have been more obvious. At least they spared me agony of a foot chase, but it’s still worrisome.
I’ll have to wait until tomorrow to finish fixing the time device. There was more damage to the panels then I realized, so I’ll need more supplies. I have exactly zero cash. I’ll hawk my gold class ring for a few bucks to place a bet tomorrow on the Tigers over the Senators 5 to 3. I’ll buy the ring back when I win. It’ll be a nice payoff, but I won’t be getting rich. I should have just enough for another week in 1971 plus supplies. I just hope I haven't changed the timeline too much to alter the course of the game.
Journal Entry #26 September 6th, 1971 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 12th 2017
I escaped safely from the spooks but had to ditch my hotel room. I’m running dangerously low on cash, but I’ll have to wait a couple more days before I can place any bets. I’ll be lucky if I have any cash to do it.
I stopped in the shop where Karen worked. I struck up a conversation and discovered she’s from a Ohio. She moved to the city to become a fashion designer but needs to work at her day job until she hits it big, if she hits a big. I can tell she doubts herself.
I purchased the items I needed to fix the time device, but it didn’t work. It should work, but when I flip the switch nothing happens. I’ll have to go through the entire schematic and test all the moving parts. Until then, I’m back to waiting. I don’t have enough cash to buy more supplies, so I’ll have to wait until the 8th. Until then, I’m reduced to panhandling like common beggar.
Journal Entry #25 September 5th, 1971 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 11th 2017
The spooks found me. One minute I’m walking on the street corner, the next I’m running like a crazy person in uptown Manhattan. Funny thing is I found the woman I was searching for moments after the spooks spotted me. I accidentally knocked her over then helped her catch her balance. At least I know her name now. It’s Karen.
I had a good fifteen seconds to discover she worked at the shop around the corner before I had to hightail it out of there and avoid getting killed or captured, if that’s what they’re planning to do to me. If I’m still here tomorrow, I’ll drop by and pay her a visit.
The only reason I didn’t hit go on the time device is because I needed to test it first, and it didn’t have a full charge. I ditched them in an alley. At the moment, I’m huddled up behind a dumpster and camouflaged behind a homeless tent. They must have found a way to track my temporal signature. It’s the only explanation. Hopefully by this time tomorrow I’ll be in the right decade.
Journal Entry #24 September 4th, 1971 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 10th 2017
At dawn, I found a few spots to place bets if I haven’t left before my cash runs out. I know I’ll be there soon. I don’t want to fool myself.
Later, I got back to the business of testing the time device. The upgraded coils held the current just fine, but I need a couple instruments to repair a few blown circuits and solder microfilaments.
Around sunset, I took as stroll around the block and looked for the beautiful woman from the other day. It was a million-to-one shot of spotting her, but I couldn’t get her porcelain skin and flawless face out of my head. She made me forget the spooks who were hunting me, at least for a bit. But a pair of nightclub bouncers in brown corduroy suits I happened across reminded me of that unrelenting reality.
Journal Entry #23 September 3rd, 1971 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 9th 2017
I let myself go for the first time since I started this journey. I walked miles from Uptown to Central Park and took in the sights, sounds, and food that populated the streets and corners. I walked from Broadway and 59th near the Pond to the Metro and the Upper East Side. I said hello to the street vendors, and window shopped the stores with quaint yet woefully out-of-date clothes that dressed the mannequins.
It took How Can You Mend A Broken Heart by the Bee Gees to shake me from the temporary daze that I let myself enjoy from the morning. There will be more days like this, I hope anyway. There has to be.
For one day, I ignored temporal causality and the physics behind my plight. But it still lingered, the nagging sense of dread born from the possibility that any moment could be my last. Whoever these men are, whatever their motivations, I will not let them keep me from living my life wherever and whenever that may be. Today, I understood that. However fleeting, I am alive. That is all that matters.
Journal Entry #22 September 2nd, 1971 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 8th 2017
The city in 1971 is a lot dirtier than I expected. An odor lingers in the air and leaves an aftertaste in your mouth even after you walk inside. The incessant smoking is also annoying, but not as obnoxious as the green, orange, and brown pattern fabric on people’s clothes.
I saw the most beautiful women as I returned to my hotel room. I haven’t felt my heart flutter like that since I can remember. I’ll probably never see her again, but we definitely made eye contact. I hope I do run into her again, but I know that’s wishful thinking. I’m almost tempted to use the device to visit her again. If only it allowed me travel in shorter increments than a year.
I don’t know if anyone will ever read this journal, but feel free to skip over these parts if someone does come across it. I’m glad I’ve kept up with the habit of writing my thoughts these past few weeks. I’ve grown to like putting down a few thoughts in my head. It helps me stay sane in the all the madness.
I was able to find higher quality coils that should be able to hold the charge, but I won’t make the same mistake I did last time. I’ll be sure to test before I use the device.
Journal Entry #21 September 1st, 1971 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 7th 2017
As you can tell from the date on this journal entry, something went wrong. I should have waited an extra couple days, but I got impatient. I did fix the time device, but not good enough. I was hoping to arrive one year prior to my departure date, which was the original plan, but I slipped out midstream. It was a power issue. The conductor I made from the coils purchased in 1921 couldn’t hold the proper charge.
At least I’m more familiar with the seventies than the twenties. More importantly, unless Malcolm can track me through the timestream, I safe from the spooks. No one cared about my 1920’s get up when they saw me. Half the people were stoned anyway and wearing clothes I wouldn’t be caught dead in, even in 1971.
One benefit of moving forward in time instead of backward is that I could still use the cash from the past. Thanks Uncle Sam. I actually made more than inflation after selling the bills to a collectors shop around the corner, but I’ll still going to need more cash.
I’ve only got two 1971 dates scribbled on the stats sheet left by my future self.
The first one is in a week. If I last that long, I’ll have to play the ponies. Not my scene, but then again, what is?
Journal Entry #20 August 31st, 1921 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 6th 2017
I almost fell for it. Malcolm had me convinced my future self was evil. I feel dumb for thinking I could do those horrible things. I didn’t ask him to, but Billy went on his own reconnaissance mission to see what was in Malcolm’s room again. Billy knows.
There was no way around what he saw in that room. The pictures spoke for themselves. It was difficult to explain the purpose of a Macbook Pro to someone who lives a century in the past, but at least I had the advantage of him already believing me. I have to say, it’s nice being able to speak to someone about my plight. It feels less lonely. It’s by no means ideal, especially since he’s just a little kid. But I’ll take what I can get.
Malcolm had two sets of documents, one real and one fake. He planned to use the fake set to convince me I turned evil. I’m still not ready to broach the subject with myself, just to be sure. I am, however, confident I’ve got the inner workings of the time device worked out. It’ll take a few more days before I can fix it, but it won’t belong before I attempt my first trip back to the future.
Journal Entry #19 August 30th, 1921 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 5th 2017
As quaint as I find 1921, I miss my home. I know I spent more time at the lab than in my apartment, but it’s true what they say. You take for granted what you have, and you only miss it when it’s gone. I miss my mother, and I miss the little heart shapes the barista would leave in the coffee foam when I stopped by on my break. Even if they did it for everyone, it still made me feel special.
I haven’t perfected the equations to determine whether one can be physically present in both times. The physics indirectly indicates paradoxes can’t exist, but that doesn’t directly answer the question. Needless to say, if I am absent in the future due to my presence here in the past, I hope my disappearance doesn’t overly distress my family and friends.
On a positive note, I’ve made some success with the time device. I managed to lift the top panel and inspect its inner workings. It’s surprisingly simple for what it does, and I’m more optimistic today about my chances of fixing it. At least I have enough cash to get me through the next week or so, but that could change if I need more supplies. If it does, I'll have to seek out riskier options.
Journal Entry #18 August 29th, 1921 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 4th 2017
My tinkering with the time device is getting dangerous. I thought my knowledge of the time stream and the basic science of it would be enough, but the design is proving even more difficult than I imaged. To make matters worse, I’m not sure I can trust either Malcolm or my future self. I fear if I screw up badly, I’ll be stuck to sort things out on my own.
I’ve starting writing down what I remember about the 1920’s through the present in a crude timeline of history. Aside from shorting the market in 1929, I’m not sure I know much of anything that’ll be useful if I need to use it. I should've paid more attention in history class.
On a more disturbing note, I saw someone get brutally beaten on the street corner. I always thoughts the streets were meaner in the 21st century, but I’m beginning to see the constant drumbeat of the news cycle has skewed my sense of reality. At least I’m safe, for the moment.
Journal Entry #17 August 28th, 1921 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 3rd 2017
My future self sent another hologram to communicate his optimism about my return. I didn’t tell him about Malcolm or what I found that linked him to the explosions or murders in the future. I’m not sure if I can trust myself just yet, or ever.
Tomorrow I’m going to pay Malcolm a visit. It’s a stupid idea, but it’s better than no idea. It has to get me farther along than trying fix the time device. I barely go it open, and the components are too small to manipulate without equipment I don’t have. I don’t expect to find them anywhere in this decade. I’ll have to fashion them myself, and that could take time. And that’s just getting the necessary tools to inspect the device. When it’s time to make changes, things will go from bad to worse.
Journal Entry #16 August 27th, 1921 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 2nd 2017
What just happened! I can’t believe it. I sent Billy on another expedition to Malcolm Greenwald’s hotel. It’s possible I’ve been on the wrong side. I don’t know what happened to me in the future. Malcolm’s documents listed places I destroyed, or will destroy. People died in those attacks, women and children. It's hard to believe I'd ever do something like that. I’m hoping it’s fake, Malcolm’s attempt to trick me so I'll give him the device.
I’m not sure what I’ll say to myself when he returns from the future, but I can’t put my future in the hands of someone I only think I know. I’ll try to reverse engineer the device, then fix whatever caused it to work in only one direction. If I turned evil, it would make the perfect excuse to keep me in the past and out of my own way.
Journal Entry #15 August 26th, 1921 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - February 1st 2017
I discovered one of the spooks, Malcolm Greenwald, spent at least two days spying on me. If he wanted me dead, he could've killed me already. Documents in his room suggested he was after more than just the temporal device. He was interested in my motivations. I think he wants to learn if I’m open to whatever plan he’s got cooked up.
I didn’t do the dirty work myself. I overrode my heart and hired a kid off the street. His name was Billy. I convinced myself if something happened, I could always go back a year and avoid the situation in the first place. I’m concerned this kind of thinking might warp my moral compass if I continue, but I fear I’ll have to keep making similar choices if I remain in the past.
Journal Entry #14 August 25th, 1921 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - January 31st 2017
It happened. The spooks found me, but I don’t know how. I’m sure my presence in the past has made tons of changes, but there shouldn’t be enough revisions in the near future to draw attention. Even if it did, I’ve already discredited the time-quake theory in favor of the branching universe. The other option is they’re able to track the device, just like my future self. If that’s the case, I’m screwed. They found me when I was getting a fake ID. My guess is they have eyes in places where they think I’m most likely to visit. I’ll have to be more careful. I should look for a job and avoid the gambling houses and speakeasy’s. I'll have to think two steps ahead of them.
The bigger question is how they got here. If they can travel through time, why did my future self send me here in the first place? I could've just as easily hid in the present.
Journal Entry #13 August 24th, 1921 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - January 30th 2017
Looks like I’m stuck here for a while. I nearly crapped my pants when a massive hologram appeared in front of me. My future self needs to work on the sizing, because it filled most of my hotel room. If I were anywhere else, people would’ve thought it was the second coming of Christ, minus the long the hair and beard.
The good news is at least someone knows I’m here, but they’re a couple of problems. I went too far back to return with a single jump. The lab needs more energy than they currently have, so it could take time before they find a way to get around the power requirement. The spooks are the bigger issue. They’re still on the hunt for the device, and they’re closing in. If they find me, I’ll have to jump back a year.
On a more positive note, I've made a couple friends. The food in this era takes some getting used to, but at least I'm in the right city for it. Most people still find me a little odd. They have no idea.
Journal Entry #12 August 23rd, 1921 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - January 29th 2017
As concerned as I am, the 1920’s has its own charm. I recognize the New York skyline from pictures, but it’s something else to see it in person. It’s seven years before the invention of penicillin, which has me concerned. The air smells different, dirtier. And I think I might becoming a hypochondriac. I’m worried I’ll catch TB. If I do, I’ll have to resort to learned medicine from an episode of Sliders and attempt to make my own antibiotics with cultured moldy bread. It’s been a week now. I think I’m going crazy.
Journal Entry #11 August 22nd, 1921 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - January 28th 2017
Only six days in the past and I’m forced to think about my options. I feel like I'm wasting time, like I should be putting together a plan to stop whoever it was that's after the device. If it takes much longer, I’m wondering if I should do my best to recreate my lab with antiquated technology and no computers. I’m not sure it’s even possible. It might be easier to try and fix the device for two-way transport, but that carries its own risks.
As much time as I've spent in isolation working long nights in the lab, I don't think I've ever felt so lonely. There's something inhumanly odd about living in a time when no one shares the same knowledge of history or current state of affairs. I’ve talked to a few people, and tomorrow I’ll venture out a little further to get some fake papers in case my stay lasts much longer.
Journal Entry #10 August 21st, 1921 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - January 27th 2017
I had a few more close calls today with the cops. For a moment, I was certain they we're going to ask me for some identification. If I’m going to stay here much longer, I’ll need to get some fake papers just in case, but I’m not sure who to ask. I’ll put out some feelers with a few drinking buddies I've made and keep the device close by in case I need to dig out in a pinch. And I’m getting antsy about whether I’ll be able to return to the present. I wonder if there’s any way my future self could send me a signal to let me know everything's okay.
Journal Entry #9 August 20th, 1921 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - January 26th 2017
I have no idea if my presence in 1921 will change the timeline. I assumed my future self would return and take me back to the present quickly enough to avoid any changes. I’m not so sure anymore. Honestly, if I don’t make it back, I’m not sure I’ll care. If things get too dicey, I could always try to go back one year. I’m saving that as a last resort. At least I’ve collected some additional twentieth century cash and survived another day.
I've spent my cash sparingly so far, but I'll use what I need if the situation demands it.
Journal Entry #8 August 19th, 1921 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - January 25th 2017
I played the first set of stats left by my future self. I took the Tigers over the Red Sox straight up with a few side bets. I wish I could have seen Ty Cobb in action, but just hearing the game called on the radio was exciting enough. I always thought sports fans in Europe were fanatical. It was a riot. Turns out, the first baseball game was broadcast only a few months back. It was a National League game, Pirates versus the Phillies.
I didn’t want to draw too much attention, so I kept the bets low. I’m not a huge gambler, and I don’t plan on using time travel for evil purposes. I just had to do it. I was running out of cash from this era and needed to extend my hotel stay since my future self hasn’t arrived yet. That last part has got me a little concerned.
Journal Entry #7 August 18th, 1921 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - January 24th 2017
The first thing I did when I arrived in 1921 was ask where a guy could get a drink. At first, I thought they were looking at me funny because of my clothes. The cops nearly arrested me. Once the cops left, an Irish gang who overheard my conversation pointed me to a nearby speakeasy. Good thing they were more are focused on liquor sales than my odd behavior. Irish whiskey never tasted so good. The 21st century temporal accent was easier to play off than I expected. I told everyone I was from Maryland. It didn’t matter anyway once the drinks started flowing.
I love the Roaring Twenties, at least so far.
Journal Entry #6 August 17th, 1921 – Bobbie Raiser
Written by Roy Huff - January 23rd 2017
I screwed up again. I can only hope my future self was right about the device leaving a temporal signature. Since it only lets me travel into the past in increments of one year, I’m stuck in 1921 until my future self returns for me. I hope I don’t have to use it again anytime soon. I’d hate to be off by another hundred years and end up in 1820. I should have figured this might happen when he handed me an envelope filled with cash from each decade and stats that spanned two centuries. I forgot to ask if my presence in the past means my absence in the present. I hope my mother isn’t worried.
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