I spent twenty minutes today looking for the keys in my
pocket, and now I can’t remember where I was going to go.
CALL NOW FOR THE CHANCE OF A LIFETIME!
ARE YOU OR A LOVED ONE ABOUT TO BE PUT IN A BORING, STERILE
RETIREMENT HOME UNTIL THEY DIE?
DON’T DELAY, CALL CHRONOCRUISE NOW AND RETIRE TO ANYWHERE IN
THE PAST, OR GO ON A TOUR OF THE MOST FAMOUS MOMENTS IN HUMAN HISTORY FOR THE
REST OF YOUR DAYS!
THE WONDERS OF TIME TRAVEL CAN BE YOURS, BUT ONLY FOR A
LIMITED TIME!
Today my parents told
me and my brother that our grandmother had forgotten who our grandfather was
while they were in a movie theater, and began panicking, and did not recognize
him until after he’d managed to drive her home.
WELCOME ABOARD THE CHRONOCRUISE FLAGSHIP, PLEASE FOLLOW THE
SIGNS TO THE AUDITORIUM FOR YOUR ORIENTATION!
One of my coworkers brought
his dog to work every day. It was the middle of summer and the inside of the warehouse
was over a hundred degrees. The smoke from the melting wire in the solar panel
I was modifying made me cough and I wiped the sweat from my forehead.
“Dogs must experience
time very differently.”
“Well yeah, because
they don’t notice it at all.”
“Obviously I don’t
mean consciously.”
“How do you mean then?”
“Well, their primary
sense is their crazy sense of smell, right? That means they’re primarily
experiencing where things used to be, or what they are giving off, nothing’s
immediate with scent.”
Jack looked up at us
with his guilty brown eyes from where he was curled up on the floor.
“Uh-oh, Jack knows
we’re talking about him.”
NOW ARRIVING AT OUR NEXT DESTINATION! IF YOU LOOK OUT THE
WINDOW OR ON YOUR SCREENS, YOU’LL WITNESS THE FINAL STONE BEING PLACED ON TOP
OF THE FIRST OF THE PYRAMIDS OF GIZA!
I gaze out the window and see dozens of frail men collapse
as their work is finally completed, only to be whipped for their weakness. They
scramble to their feet, no time to reflect on what they have accomplished. They
have more pyramids to build, after all.
My grandfather finally
admitted he needed help taking care of my grandmother and had bought a house
near ours, and so I had to drive with them across a state and a half to their
new home. My grandmother gazed lazily out the window, watching the trees zoom
by faster than she could comprehend them.
“Do you remember when…?”
I could see her
struggling to grasp the memory as it fled from her, like smoke between her mind’s
fingers.
“No, Grandmommy, I
don’t.”
“Neither do I!”
She laughed heartily
and continued smiling out the window at the trees.
I’m not quite sure how long I’ve been on this ship. I’m also
not sure it matters. I don’t remember much anymore.
When am I?
She hasn’t recognized
me the last few times, but at least she’s always been friendly before. She
won’t even look at me.
FOR THE NEXT PART OF OUR ORIENTATION, WE’LL BE COVERING
PERMANENT RETIREMENT IN THE PAST! IF YOU HAVE A DESTINATION IN MIND TO RETIRE
PERMANENTLY TO, YOU CAN REGISTER AT ANY TIME DURING THE CRUISE. YOU’LL BE
OUTFITTED WITH NEURAL IMPLANTS THAT WILL PREVENT YOU FROM DISCUSSING THE FUTURE
OR FROM MAKING DECISIONS THAT WILL AFFECT THE COURSE OF HISTORY. YOU’LL BE ABLE
TO LIVE BUT WON’T BE ABLE TO CHANGE ANYTHING.
The library of Alexandria is burning right before my eyes.
History and memory and experience of countless faceless authors turned to smoke
and spewed into the night sky. Things we’ll never know we knew, forgotten.
She spent the whole of
Christmas Day yelling at us. She couldn’t form sentences anymore, but that didn’t
stop her from loudly trying. My dad and grandfather were putting her to bed
when I talked to my mother.
“This may seem like a
selfish question, but is her disease hereditary?”
“Scientists don’t know
yet. Her uncle had it, but there isn’t any history otherwise.”
“I see.”
I went into her
bedroom to tell my grandmother goodnight.
“Merry Christmas,
Grandmommy.”
“Merry Christmas.”
How many stops have I been on? How long have I been on this
ship? Does time affect me at all anymore? Nothing makes sense anymore. I just
want to stop. When do I stop?
“I met an old man in
the park today who claimed to be on a cruise of the timestream, and told me of
all his travels, and how he was headed to Egypt again. He talked to me for a
while. Well, more at me than to me. He seemed like he was just talking to
anything that would listen. I think I might write a story about it. What do you
think, Grandmommy?”
She was looking up
through the branches of the trees in the backyard, and motioned absently to the
sky.
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Yes, it is.”
DON’T MISS YOUR ONCE IN A LIFETIME CHANCE TO SEE THE PAST! CALL
NOW!
