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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