Year 2245
THE TIME MACHINE SAT in the corner of the basement covered in a thick layer of dust and speckled with cat pawprints. The machine was spherical in shape. Strange appendages with knobs on the ends jutted out in various locations along its exterior. It had a similar appearance of a sea bomb, only it sat on planks of wood, giving the impression that it sat on the water, not under it. The thing hadn’t been used in over two decades, not after the ban on time travel that was enacted in 2266.
Benjamin straightened his vest and cleared his throat, preparing himself to approach the machine, as if it might suddenly turn on, snatch him inside, and send him into the past. He looked at his wrist monitor, noting his elevated heart rate. The mechanism also recorded excited levels of perspirati
