Dream to Live By

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“I’m not sure how to explain I this, but…”

He tried. He showed me the device. “Don’t ask me how it works though. I’m an engineer, not a physicist. I didn’t even build it. Found it. All I know is how to make it send me where I want to go. Excuse me, when I want to go.”

The crazy thing was, I wasn’t scared. I mean, what if someone materialized out of thin air right in front of you? Especially if it were very late at night and you were alone? I don’t know; maybe I figured that somebody who could do that could do any thing he pleased, so what was the point of being scared? If he wanted me dead—or whatever—I’d be that way. So I wasn’t scared.

And like I said, he tried to explain. Someone who means you harm doesn’t usually do that. But it was all hopeless. Time travel is one of those things that just can’t be, according to the way my mind works. It’s like ghosts: even if I saw them with my own eyes, I probably still wouldn’t believe it. I’m just not the sort of person who can believe things like that.

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