I struggled with this theme at first. Writing out multiple ideas before realizing they would not work or would go rocketing over the word limit. Beginning to realize I was overthinking things by trying to stick to the redemption idea my stubbornness latched onto. Moving away from that, I let my mind open. Coming up with what would become my entry titled “The Truths of Realities.”
The Truths of Realities
This the ninth time I have watched myself test the Chronos device. Seeing the device emit the same intense white light that imprisoned me. Forcing me to watch each test, as something akin to a ghost. Watching steady dim of the light, as my colleagues starred into computer screens. Making notes on paper about everything the specific instruments measured. Believing the test was a successful human trail, as the self-sealing silver sphere opened. Releasing a burst of cooling and sterilization gas into the air. Obscuring the truth, that imposed into this agonizing loop. I knew I had to escape. Removing the suit would expose me to an unmeasured, unnamed amount of radiation. Even trying to interact with the real world was an almost impossible task. My best suspicion about why was the test changed the frequency my molecules vibrate at.
By will alone, I forced myself through several metal doors. Knowing where to find the only other working prototype time suit. Hoping the internal battery within the suit would allow me to interact with it. Finding it on the charging platform in a thick clear case. The backlight casting a neon blue glow on the suit. Floating to the release control, I reached forward. Receiving a brief shock as my hand reached for the release lever. The shock propelled me backward into the nearby wall, knocking over a metal shelf in the process. Spilling failed battery prototypes, and tools to the ground. Moving towards the release control again, I seized it. Ignoring the pain as I struggled to pull it down. Enduring the pain for several minutes before letting go. Feeling the lever lock into its opening spot at the bottom. Moving the protective case to the side. Floating around the control system, I approached the suit with caution. Trusting my head was right about this idea. Managing to float up to the slight platform we built for the suit. Feeling the electric charge in the suit release some of its energy, making the nearby air tingle. Placing my hand on the chest piece, surprised when my hand didn’t phase through it completely for a few seconds. That jolt must have changed my frequency enough to make minor interaction possible. Taking a deep breath, removing my own suit with haste. Leaving the thin bio-conductive hybrid undergarment on. Pulling myself into the other prototype time suit. Using the internal charge to make sure I stayed there.
Waiting a few minutes before attempting to walk down the stairs. Making certain I wouldn’t fall through the suit or the stairs to the bowels of the building. Feeling a weak tingle, as I willed the suit to move with me. Fighting the tingle, walking with caution towards the room that housed the Chronos device. Letting the bio-conductive suit, take the brunt of the tingle the best I could. Watching the doors open from the other side, as I approached. Seeing my coworkers scream in shock at the unnatural moves of the suit. Ignoring them, with only one goal in mind, returning to reality. Beginning to sprint through the door, hoping they wouldn’t stop me.
Passing several doors, as I ran towards the Chronos device. Almost colliding with the reinforced security door. Typing in my access code into the keypad. Feeling the soft impact of the suit’s fingers on my arm, until the door opened. Flinging myself through the door, with haste. Hearing the rapid shut of the door behind me. Approaching the opened silver sphere with caution. Finding my weakened but living body still in the cushioned chair. Taking my seat exactly where my body was, somehow merging us together. Screaming in agony, I began to work the controls. Sealing the pod from the inside, to prevent any interference. Overriding the exterior controls, before initializing testing protocol. Knowing outside of cutting the power they couldn’t interfere with what I was about to attempt. Watching the readings I could manipulate, with great care. Already knowing what the narrow range would have to reach before I could use the Chronos device. Propelling myself back into my body, assuming things went well. If they didn’t, I wasn’t certain what would happen but, I doubted it would be pleasant. Seizing a series of overhead levers, I begin sliding them down in a precise order. Being careful to not screw up the order, since it would cause a full shutdown. Simultaneously moving two levers when full pull power was clear. Hearing the exterior clamps give way, as the orb began to rotate. Gaining speed at a steady rate as its magnetic field expanded. Within minutes, the Chronos had enough speed and a large enough magnetic field. Slamming the palm of my hand down on a large red button nearby, activating it. Allowing the pent-up energy to release all at once. Creating a focused wavelength of polarizing light that bathed the room.
Sending a painful throughout my body, as I merged back into reality. The light dying as the sphere came to a hard stop. Sending a rush of gases as the hatch automatically opened. Stepping out, almost colliding with the floor as I saw my colleges come rushing in. Both giving me puzzled glances, as they tried to process my arrival.
Dr. Martin asked, “What in the name of Feynman happened, Jack?”
I answered “A new direction in understanding reality,” giving a slight smirk. Knowing that my experience would halt our experiments with time travel.
Full Critique Word Count: 921