Timen checked the map on the taxi. He was halfway to Atlanta. Excellent. Right on time. He had been travelling for almost seven hours now. He would need another six hours to reach the city. He had already crossed into New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maryland, literally 500 meters of Washington D.C., Virginia, and he was approaching North Carolina’s border. (Timen was an absolute nerd when it came to state or country borders.) He was only about one mile from the border of Virginia and North Carolina.
Looking at the rest station to the left of the taxi, he suddenly noticed the taxi had come to an abrupt stop. His taxi wasn’t the only one. All the cars Timen could see suddenly stopped. There was no way this was from 2019. 2019 was not this advanced. There was only one other entity that could do something like this. A certain white-headed figure that had already ruined his mission once before.
“Chaos,” he grumbled.
Sure enough, a ghostly white head appeared in front of the taxi. Timen suddenly realize the taxi driver was asleep? Dead? Passed out? Timen honestly didn’t know the correct description. The head had now entered the taxi.
“You were not supposed to come!” it hissed at Timen. “You were supposed to be scared and go back to 4200 to fix the war!”
This head is quite stupid, Timen thought. “I have a time machine currently hovering above Manhattan. With a simple command I can call it back. I can simply go to humanity before the war and calm things down,” Timen said, feeling quite confident in himself.
That was a wrong move. “Fine! You want to try to outsmart the Forces? Let’s start by destroying your time machine!” Suddenly, Timen felt extremely angry at humanity. He wanted to destroy it all. Destroy the wretched planet. Destroy the universe! Wait. No, I don’t want to destroy everything. Where had those thoughts come from? Wait. More importantly, where did the head go?
Timen soon realized the head was inside him. He was controlled by Chaos. He would have the same thoughts, actions, and words spoken as Chaos. However, he was also able to fully know who he was and what he was doing. He was just unable to do any action, rendering him useless.
He felt like he was in middle school again, watching one of his closest friends, Semat, move out of the neighborhood. He felt just as powerless as he was all those years ago.
“Time machine! Please come here right now!” Timen said, or rather, the Force of Chaos said.
Timen prayed that the time machine would not respond, but, unfortunately, he saw a box appear to the right of the taxi. “Hasichihaya!” Timen said, even though he had absolutely no idea what it meant. He found out a second later, when the time machine suddenly vanished. “It has gone into the Void,” Timen/Chaos said.
Suddenly, Timen could move and talk again.
“Where’s the void?” he asked the head now in front of him. “You’re going to find out,” it said. Afterwards, like Timen anticipated, it vanished into thin air, just like on the time machine.
So Timen had to not only solve a pandemic, rescue a human race from war, he also had to find a time machine to accomplish both. At least he had all the time in the world — so to speak.
Looking at the rest station to the left of the taxi, he suddenly noticed the taxi had come to an abrupt stop. His taxi wasn’t the only one. All the cars Timen could see suddenly stopped. There was no way this was from 2019. 2019 was not this advanced. There was only one other entity that could do something like this. A certain white-headed figure that had already ruined his mission once before.
“Chaos,” he grumbled.
Sure enough, a ghostly white head appeared in front of the taxi. Timen suddenly realize the taxi driver was asleep? Dead? Passed out? Timen honestly didn’t know the correct description. The head had now entered the taxi.
“You were not supposed to come!” it hissed at Timen. “You were supposed to be scared and go back to 4200 to fix the war!”
This head is quite stupid, Timen thought. “I have a time machine currently hovering above Manhattan. With a simple command I can call it back. I can simply go to humanity before the war and calm things down,” Timen said, feeling quite confident in himself.
That was a wrong move. “Fine! You want to try to outsmart the Forces? Let’s start by destroying your time machine!” Suddenly, Timen felt extremely angry at humanity. He wanted to destroy it all. Destroy the wretched planet. Destroy the universe! Wait. No, I don’t want to destroy everything. Where had those thoughts come from? Wait. More importantly, where did the head go?
Timen soon realized the head was inside him. He was controlled by Chaos. He would have the same thoughts, actions, and words spoken as Chaos. However, he was also able to fully know who he was and what he was doing. He was just unable to do any action, rendering him useless.
He felt like he was in middle school again, watching one of his closest friends, Semat, move out of the neighborhood. He felt just as powerless as he was all those years ago.
“Time machine! Please come here right now!” Timen said, or rather, the Force of Chaos said.
Timen prayed that the time machine would not respond, but, unfortunately, he saw a box appear to the right of the taxi. “Hasichihaya!” Timen said, even though he had absolutely no idea what it meant. He found out a second later, when the time machine suddenly vanished. “It has gone into the Void,” Timen/Chaos said.
Suddenly, Timen could move and talk again.
“Where’s the void?” he asked the head now in front of him. “You’re going to find out,” it said. Afterwards, like Timen anticipated, it vanished into thin air, just like on the time machine.
So Timen had to not only solve a pandemic, rescue a human race from war, he also had to find a time machine to accomplish both. At least he had all the time in the world — so to speak.