Too Much Realms of time on my hands.
Chapter one
The crowd sat patiently waiting for the guest speaker to take to the stage.
The large auditorium was full to the brim, standing room only. They all sat quietly in the pitch-black hall looking forward to the spot light-lit podium. There sat a small bar stool, about half the hight of a regular stool. In addition, there under the bright light was a loan microphone stand and mike.
Other then that the stage was quite bare.
From stage left, a small boy strode onto the stage, he moved very quickly to the stool without looking at the large audience.
He wore jeans and a long sleeve white shirt.
A murmur broke out in the crowd, with a few high-pitched comments, followed by some shooshing, and a few muffled "quiets".
The sound settled down, with only some soft comments breaking the silence now and then.
The small boy was busy making himself comfortable on the stool, switching his weight from one side to the other.
Once he appeared comfortable, he sat still looking into the crowd.
Leaning forward, he reached out to grab the microphone from the stand.
The mike made the usual boof, pop sounds, and let out a high-pitched squeal, which stopped as soon as the sound guys running the show from back stage re-set the mikes volumes.
"What is a realm in time?"
"Do you know what it means?"
The crowd made more muffled comments to themselves.
"Do you care?"
The small boy looked out into the crowd without any expression.
"What does it mean to be somewhere in a time and a place that makes no sense to those in it or mostly to those visiting it. ........ In fact, imagine being able to use time to your advantage on a regular basis. You would need some form of device to achieve this wouldn’t you?
Or do you?"
The voices in the crowd grew in volume, once again aimed only at themselves.
"Well time travel exists, it has been created,"
This caused quite a stir from the crowd. An older gentleman stood up, reaching down to grab his wife while expressing his disgust at the last comment. They promptly left the auditorium.
"when... we are not quite sure. It could have been created at any point in time. No one knows when, who or what created it, and in the end who cares. It’s the why that’s interesting."
"Why" someone yelled from the crowd, followed by a murmur of agreement from others.
"Why, ... Why do you ask."
It appeared the small boy was more mature then he appeared.
"Why would we want to travel in time...? Actually most humanoids ask why wouldn’t we want to travel in time."
The term humanoid stunned the crowd, and caused a very large lift in the volume of the now mixed conversations.
"Utopia." The small boy announced very loudly.
Some security people emerged from the dark shadows, as a number of people stood up, and made there way to leave. The crowd was now very agitated.
"Yes it was created so people could stop worrying about the trivial things in life ... or death, ever again."
This slowed the ones leaving, and made them stop again to look at the small boy, it also caused the crowd to reduce its noise volume quite quickly.
It was Death that brought them all here, they came because they wanted to know more about Death, and the supposed other side. All had lost someone in recent times, all had some sort of unfinished guilt or pain they wanted removed. They saw this little boy as a way to do this. He had recently appeared, and it seemed to be he came from nowhere, and had taken the media by storm. Did he have the answers they needed? They had all come to find out.
"In fact there will be no such thing as death.".....
The crowd stood still and silent.
"Just Think, each time you came across an annoyance or issue, you could simply call upon time to take you to that point in another time or place, which would solve the wrongs of the time or place you were just in."
People started to sit down again ...
"Usually this caused another wrong, that required another trip in time to be made to make it all right again, or so it appeared."
"In doing so, again and again, that time or place you were once in would become less important, as you searched for utopia in the efforts to fix the utopia before you got there and found utopia was not what it was all cracked up to be."
Stunned faces looked up at the boy ... someone yelled something, but no one heard what it was.
"You would become comfortable in a new form of life, that did not exist, well not exist in the usual way, and in some instances has not existed yet,"
The small boy stood back and took in the crowd.
"You actually re-exist in another plane."
"A Realm."
"Nevertheless, to those in this 'Realm', life truly did continue as normal. Well as normal as jumping around the universe from one time period and place to another can get."
"Does that sound good to you...?"
People were affraid to answer.
"Yeah, I thought as much, as I said most humanoid life forms do not have any issues with the concept, and dream of the day they can actually start doing time travel themselves."
"Time inversion Trips."
You could hear an ant scratch it self, it was that quiet.
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Well before we get too involved in Hi ... My name is Greg Stance,
I will be you narrator for this book.
Most people go fairly crazy trying to do this life style, actually completely Looney tunes, and to those reading this who don’t know what a Looney tune is, you need to visit the Planet know as Earth in the Zilm time period, in the Zagame sector of the universe to understand.
Use search data like , Bugs Bunny or Daffy Duck.
Now, for some, that may be in the past, or in the future. It all depends on what time period you are from or in now.
I hope you know what time period you are in, because this book wont help you. Infact it could screw you up something cronic.
Those who do know can read on.
There are people who can do this, Time inversion trips, and they do this on a regular basis...
Special people.... well they think they are.
They are known as or call themselves Masters of there chosen life profession ...
The young boy giving a lecture on Earth in the Zilm time period is known as ...
GAME MASTER.
Master of all known and unknown games, depending on what time period you are from.
You name any game played by any race, on any planet in any universe in any time period, and game master can play it, and is proficent enough to beat anyone at it. So we are to understand. Mind you we believe they have some small print at the bottom of their contract that allows them to loose no and then. I have not read it as its well, too small. Obviously.
Now ......
If you are having a bit of an issue getting your head around this Time Plane, or Realm thingy, I will let you in on my little secret. I think about it this way,
Imagine Time as an excel spreadsheet.
Now if you do not know what a spreadsheet is you need to once again visit Earth in the Zilm Time period. Look up Microsoft or Bill Gates. The follow your way to spreadsheets.
This will probably not help much as most people from the Zilm time period will tell you the 'Help' on any microsoft format just leaves you more confused then when you started.
But since we are talking time inversion, I dont think this small thing will be an issue.
Now, back to imagining this spreadsheet, showing from the creation of the universe to the end of time itself along the top as headings, while on the far side column you have all number of planets and species that crop up at different points along the way in time.
This is so big you need multiple spread sheets.
Now imagine a floating column that was separate to all the columns on the spreadsheet. This column was able to enter any spread sheet and / or touch any point in any spread sheet. Like a "moving data collect" to a specific cell ... do you follow?
This is what its like being able to time travel ... like a realm in time.
Like a V Look up! easy!
So if you are comfortable with all this so far ... you can go to chapter two. I will catch up with you soon to explain the next difficult bits as we go ...
Hang tight. .... and get a cup of coffee first ... as this chapter is a dooozy.
Chapter Two
'V Look up ... I thought all V’s were dead.'
No ... 'Imagine this' ....., was the repeating voice in side Terry Morrow's head ...
that voice from that ... that .... Annoying .. boy ... thing ... whatever ...master
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'Stuff doing that', thought Terry. I hate that time travel crap; it always makes me violently sick. And I get an itch on my back I cannot reach. Ever.
In front of Terry was a service issue statement from the company who manufactured many of the products Terry handled.
Terry worked for COMVOC Inc, a service provider to a number of well-known species of life forms (well known, depending on the time period you are from of course). The most regular uses of COMVOC were those that were known as MASTERS of their chosen profession, within each life form type. Some masters covered a chosen profession, or quest as it was called in this instance, that was all incumber sing of every known species that had, did or would exist, now, previously or some time in the future, or a mixture of all the above, based on there ability to travel in time.
The piece of paper in front of Terry related back to one such Quest Master.
"Bugger me dead." said Terry out loud.
Dealing with a vast array of existing and non-existing species did not bother Terry and there were no racist implications here, either, if a different species got on with each other, then they tolerated each other, if they did not, they usually avoided each other totally, as if each non-tolerated species didn’t exist at all.
If this didn’t work, then a quick case of total annihilation of the other species was a good starting point, but this has lead to some pretty narrow escapes where the universe itself was in danger of being destroyed.
'Good things, realms of time really'. Re-thought Terry, he had been in some of those pretty close calls, and a few more that he no longer remembered due to a complete memory over write from the last time change / jump.
The service issue, or warranty recall statement was from one of COMVOCS more, let us say, more diverse suppliers who specialised in items from a large number of different Time and place periods, and it confused the hell out of Terry sometimes as to what the item was that he was dealing with.
"What was a Huey 300 attack Helicopter anyway?"
Besides it was hard enough to read 'Dorsflick' as a language anyway, let alone decipher there translations of other peoples languages, and items.
Terry knew though what the service notice in front of him meant.
Dorsflick or not Dorsflick.
It meant that the time jump he had already completed had not happened yet, which meant, he would have to do it again for the first time. Again.
It then dawned on terry...
.... He probably had already done all this before.
And before
In addition, before ....
I am stuck in a bloody Interplanetary Time Omni mode, and I’d be buggered if I knew how long or how many times I have already done all this, and all that I will again, and again.
That didn’t really worry Terry either ... as in then end it really meant a way to prolong your current life, and not get bored at the same time ..
His main worry was ..
'Will I get paid for this in the end'.... and if so, he thought it would be nice if he got paid as many times as he would have done this .......
That is the last time I deliver anything to 'Game Master', for one of his dumb quests, grumbled Terry.
Little did he know he would soon be forever grateful to this Quest Master, as being in this Interplanetary Time Omni mode was how game master saved Terry’s life.
Yes Terry was doing this task, and has been doing this same task for ... well light years.
Terry would be dead if not for the omni mode, but Terry would never know that .... So once again, Terry was off to save Game master ...
With that, Terry violently threw up. Glur---perk....gluglush....
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I.T.O.H.A.F. Interplanetary Time Omni mode Hyper Ana log Fatigue.
This was what was running through the mind of a small boy like human, as he sat in the Huey 300 attack helicopter, the same Huey 300 as noted on Terry’s warranty recall notice.
As It plummeted towards a planet surface.
The Planet was Ertherick – ben – Donnerfull .... Of the time period Zilm.
More commonly known as 'Earth'.
The small boy was not really a small boy, but a "Master" known as GAME MASTER, and they were neither small nor human, it just suited Game Master to look like this on this particular quest ...
Now the real issue here was that currently he WAS a small boy, and was in a REAL Huey 300, which was out of control.... no ..
You see, his real issue was ...who was at the controls of the Huey. This was Game Masters trusty servant Doulatana (Dool-ah-ta-na) , but as Doulatana had no idea how to control this Zilm Time period device, he just had his hands over his eyes.
Initially of course, he had his hands over his ears, as he was not yet used to his Human form. That he had taken on in this quest, but he soon realised this did not solve his problem of seeing his impending doom, although it did tone down the noise of his human like voice screaming like a little girl (whatever that was)
It was now better when he realise his seeing devices were on the front of his top most appendage (head), and quickly covered his seeing devices or eyes as he was told they would be by Game Master before they left on the quest with his weird sticky things called hands.
This now made the high-pitched screaming in the cockpit more then he could bare, and now realising the screaming was actually a chorus of himself and game master as well ...
Doulatana thought, if he could cover his ears as well as his eyes, things would be just right ...
He leaned across to Game master ..
"Why Don’t Humans have more then 2 arms"
To Be continued .......
Copyright 2007 Gavin Kronberg
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