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- [ Eternal Life ] [ By The GNN ]
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- "ETERNAL LIFE"
- by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
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- Dedicated to Phearless -
- the man who will never accept the fact
- that movement is impossible
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- A fully working time machine. Charles took another walk around it,
- feeling its cold shiny shell with his hand. He could see his own
- face on it, reflecting from the metal.
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- "This is my ticket to the Nobel Prize..."
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- His workshop during the last two years had been his own garage. His wife
- had complained (as usual). She didn't want to park the car on the lawn.
- As if THAT was some kind of problem? He was creating a incredible machine
- and she came dragging with nonsense.
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- "And whatthehell is that stupid thing you are working on, anyway? Looks
- like an atomic bomb! Don't tell me you have read The Terrorists Handbook,
- AGAIN?"
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- To stop the discussion, he did as he always did; he threw her out and closed
- the door to the garage. Then he worked, worked and worked. He bought
- materials in the local supermarket or ordered the more hi-tech equipment
- from amateur radio stores. Days and nights. No sleep. Little food (often
- given to him on a plate together with the latest bills. He ate the food
- and used the bills to warm up the garage in the winters).
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- He didn't remember exactly when he got the idea. Actually, he had forgotten
- WHY he got the idea a long time ago. It was so simple...anyone could do it.
- But he had just done it. The metallic capsule in front of him in the
- cold garage was the proof.
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- "Incredible...", he whispered with a smile.
-
- He opened the door to the garage and ran to the house in a sudden need of
- showing his masterpiece to someone. Even if it had to be his wife. The sun
- shined on him and the birds sang. This was HIS day!
- But when he reached the door something struck him. What would happen if
- it didn't work? He had not thought about that. It could lead to disaster!
- Imagine if it just said "cough" and then nothing happened. Imagine if
- he actually HAD constructed a atomic bomb without knowing about it!
-
- "Maybe I'm a victim of russian brain-washing!"
-
- He turned around and ran back into the garage. He locked the door and
- looked at his construction again, with sweat dripping from his head.
-
- "I must do a test drive", he thought.
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- It was easy to operate the machine. You just had to push a button on
- the outside, step inside, close the door and select a year. A short
- moment of waiting and then - woosh! Back to the past! His first
- problem was what year to select. Last year? Last decade? He thought
- for a while and decided to go back one year and watch himself building
- the machine.
-
- The machine landed on the lawn outside his garage. He heard himself
- working inside the garage, throwing metal pieces on the walls and screaming
- "heureka!" all the time. Then he saw his wife. She sat in the car beside him
- and tried to start it. Strange. She didn't see him standing on the lawn with
- the machine.
-
- "Maybe she doesn't recognize me!"
-
- Then he almost banged his head to the wall in anger and understanding.
- How could he be so stupid! Of course she couldn't see him! He was a man
- of the future, just visiting the past. He was invisible to everyone in
- this time. Which meant that all objects around him must be abstract
- things. He took a great step into the garage wall and almost knocked
- himself unconscious.
-
- "A true miscalculation!", he said while laying on his back on the lawn.
-
- He decided to leave. He could go back another time to watch himself
- build the machine instead of doing a lot of mistakes now. He could die
- in this time! Then no one would see or understand his work. Except
- for his wife then, she would probably understand. She could operate
- it and tell the world. She could be famous. He decided to return quickly.
-
- Charles had done another miscalculation. A few minutes after he had left
- his present time, his wife entered the garage with an axe. She called
- his name sweetly but he didn't answer. He had a good reason tough. He was
- in another time. But she didn't know about that. She raised the axe and
- turned the time machine into a pile of worthless dust.
-
- "It's gone! FINALLY! BACK TO A NORMAL FUCKING LIFE!"
-
- Charles life would never turn normal again. His body tried to enter the
- present time but couldn't find any door. The machine exploded in the
- space of time due to overload. So did his body. Everything exploded in
- the space of time and disappeared forever. Charles himself, came screaming
- out from a hole in the space and landed on the roof of his garage.
- Something had gone wrong. He looked around and saw his wife walk away
- with a axe in her hands, laughing. He jumped down and rushed to the door.
- After dozens of tries he discovered that he couldn't open it.
- He had no hands. He didn't even have a body!
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- He accepted the facts after a few hours. He wasn't longer alive. He
- was just a spirit floating around in the present time. His body and
- the machine was gone. Only his mind was left. He cheered himself up
- by thinking that it could have been worse. Now he could do things
- he always wanted to do. He could go to the cinema for free. He could
- sneak into other peoples bedroom at night. No one would ever notice
- him again.
-
- Years passed. He flew all around the world and saw new generations
- come to life. Cultures, music, food. He saw it all and cried to the
- silence "Touch it! Please, let me touch it!". But he could never do
- that again. He danced on the clouds. He dived in the seven seas.
-
- Decades and thousands of years passed. He saw countries fight and
- die. He saw the pollution kill the human being. Life returned however,
- but not until six millions years later. He saw it all.
-
- He got tired of planet earth. Space screamed "Explore me!" in his mind.
- Planets, moons and The Milky Way. Everything was his. He watched suns
- explode and die. Black holes took him to other places where no man ever
- had gone before. In his mind, only one thing echoed; "Will I ever die?".
-
- The Big Crunch came. The entire universe changed direction. Billions
- of years later, everything was only a big ball. After a few billion
- years more, it was time. Another universe was about to be born. He had
- solved all the mathematical problems while waiting. The ball started to
- implode and then it exploded. Tears fell in his mind.
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- Voices. He suddenly heard voices. He looked around. Nothing. Then he
- heard it again. He started to move closer to the sound. After a while
- he heard the voices all around him.
-
- "What an explosion guys! Now we only got to wait a couple of
- billion billion years more to the next time!"
-
- "Very funny! What do you say? Should we wait here or move to a better
- place to see it?"
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- Laughter. Then someone suddenly talked directly into his mind.
-
- "Hey! There's someone else here! Who are you?"
-
- What should he do? He concentrated hard.
-
- "I'm Charles Wilson. Who are you?"
-
- A chorus of hellos and greetings welcomed him. They never seemed to
- stop. Different voices, different languages. But it didn't matter,
- he understood all of it. The voice that called him the first time
- talked to him again.
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- "Welcome to our crowd, Charles! Strange that you haven't met us
- before! We have been around here in deep space for quite a while!"
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- He knew the question was stupid but he had to ask.
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- "Are you lost souls, like me?"
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- He heard laughter again.
-
- "No", the voice answered. "We are just old time-machine constructors!"
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