physics!’
Marty still didn’t see the problem.
'Doc! You can’t get busted for violating the laws of physics.'
Doc nodded grimly. ‘No, but such a thing could luse a chain reaction that would unravel the very fabric of the space-time continuum and destroy the entire Universe!’
He paused, considering.
‘Granted,’ he continued, ‘that’s a worst-case scenario. The destruction might in fact be very localized limited to merely our own galaxy.’
Only our own galaxy?
‘Oh, hey, well.’ Marty tried to laugh. It came out more like a croak.‘That’s a relief.’
The DeLorean pulled in front of them. Doc glanced over at what Marty was holding.
‘What's in that bag?’
‘This?’ Marty asked innocently. Doc’s gaze was awfully intense - it probably had something to do with all this talk about destroying the space-time continuum. Marty tried to ahrug it off. ‘Oh, nothing - just a souvenir - a book that looked like it might be interesting.'
Doc took the bag from Marty’s hands. He pulled out the book.
'Fifty Years of Sports Statistics,' he read. ‘Hardly recreational reading, Marty.’
‘OK, well,’ Marty confessed, ‘I figured it couldn’t hurt to bring back a little info on the future, you know - in case of cash flow problems -’ He was finding it a little difficult to talk under Doc’s level glare.
I’d place a few bets -’ His voice trailed off. He tried to smile, but Doc wasn’t buying it.
Marty, Doc replied in his best lecturer voice. ‘I did not invent time travel for financial gain!’ He paused book still in hand, to grab the lapels of his lab coat. The intent here is to gain a clearer perception of humanity - where we’ve been, where we’re going, the pitfalls and the possibilities, the perils and the promise - perhaps even an answer to that universal question: Why?’
Doc paused to gaze nobly at the horizon. Apparently, he was finished with the lecture for the time being. But Marty still couldn't see what he was doing wrong.
‘Oh, hey, I'm all for that, Doc.’ he replied, ‘but what's wrong with making a few bucks on the side?’
Doc’s intense gaze once again shifted to Marty. ‘Because the risks far outweigh any potential rewards.’
Marty had been wrong. Doc was still in lecture mode.
Doc Brown put the book back in the bag and tossed it in one of the futuristic garbage cans that lined the alley. Marty sighed. He guessed Doc was right, but it was a shame to lose that kind of opportunity. He supposed he would have to find other, more difficult ways to keep his life from the toilet.
Doc opened the gull-wing door. Someone barked. Marty looked in past the inventor’s shoulder. Doc’s sheep-dog was in the car! debinair
‘Move over, Einstein!’ Doc Brown said in the same tone he had used with Marty.
Marty circled to his side of the car, opening his own door.
‘Einie!’ he called. ‘Where did you come from, boy?’ He climbed into the car next to the sheep-dog, and realised he was still holding onto the hoverboard. He stuffed the flat, pink gizmo behind the passenger seat.
‘I d left Einstein here in a suspended animation kennel when I went back to 1985 to bring you here,’ Doc explained. ‘He never knew I was gone!’ He reached over and ruffled the dog's fur. ‘We’ll be home soon, boy. Just sit tight.’
With the press of a button, Doc closed both of the doors and pushed the DeLorean aloft. Now all they had to do was rescue Jennifer - somehow - without destroying the fabric of the universe!
But they wouldn’t have heard what Biff muttered to himself. ‘So Doc Brown invented a time machine!'
They wouldn’t have realised that Old Biff had been listening in on the entire conversation they’d just had.
They wouldn’t have seen Biff reach into a certain trash can and fish out a silver bag with a certain Sports Almanac in it.
And they wouldn't have seen him hail a flying taxi.
Fred saw the old fellow waving his brass-handled cane as the cabbie let
Marty still didn’t see the problem.
'Doc! You can’t get busted for violating the laws of physics.'
Doc nodded grimly. ‘No, but such a thing could luse a chain reaction that would unravel the very fabric of the space-time continuum and destroy the entire Universe!’
He paused, considering.
‘Granted,’ he continued, ‘that’s a worst-case scenario. The destruction might in fact be very localized limited to merely our own galaxy.’
Only our own galaxy?
‘Oh, hey, well.’ Marty tried to laugh. It came out more like a croak.‘That’s a relief.’
The DeLorean pulled in front of them. Doc glanced over at what Marty was holding.
‘What's in that bag?’
‘This?’ Marty asked innocently. Doc’s gaze was awfully intense - it probably had something to do with all this talk about destroying the space-time continuum. Marty tried to ahrug it off. ‘Oh, nothing - just a souvenir - a book that looked like it might be interesting.'
Doc took the bag from Marty’s hands. He pulled out the book.
'Fifty Years of Sports Statistics,' he read. ‘Hardly recreational reading, Marty.’
‘OK, well,’ Marty confessed, ‘I figured it couldn’t hurt to bring back a little info on the future, you know - in case of cash flow problems -’ He was finding it a little difficult to talk under Doc’s level glare.
I’d place a few bets -’ His voice trailed off. He tried to smile, but Doc wasn’t buying it.
Marty, Doc replied in his best lecturer voice. ‘I did not invent time travel for financial gain!’ He paused book still in hand, to grab the lapels of his lab coat. The intent here is to gain a clearer perception of humanity - where we’ve been, where we’re going, the pitfalls and the possibilities, the perils and the promise - perhaps even an answer to that universal question: Why?’
Doc paused to gaze nobly at the horizon. Apparently, he was finished with the lecture for the time being. But Marty still couldn't see what he was doing wrong.
‘Oh, hey, I'm all for that, Doc.’ he replied, ‘but what's wrong with making a few bucks on the side?’
Doc’s intense gaze once again shifted to Marty. ‘Because the risks far outweigh any potential rewards.’
Marty had been wrong. Doc was still in lecture mode.
Doc Brown put the book back in the bag and tossed it in one of the futuristic garbage cans that lined the alley. Marty sighed. He guessed Doc was right, but it was a shame to lose that kind of opportunity. He supposed he would have to find other, more difficult ways to keep his life from the toilet.
Doc opened the gull-wing door. Someone barked. Marty looked in past the inventor’s shoulder. Doc’s sheep-dog was in the car! debinair
‘Move over, Einstein!’ Doc Brown said in the same tone he had used with Marty.
Marty circled to his side of the car, opening his own door.
‘Einie!’ he called. ‘Where did you come from, boy?’ He climbed into the car next to the sheep-dog, and realised he was still holding onto the hoverboard. He stuffed the flat, pink gizmo behind the passenger seat.
‘I d left Einstein here in a suspended animation kennel when I went back to 1985 to bring you here,’ Doc explained. ‘He never knew I was gone!’ He reached over and ruffled the dog's fur. ‘We’ll be home soon, boy. Just sit tight.’
With the press of a button, Doc closed both of the doors and pushed the DeLorean aloft. Now all they had to do was rescue Jennifer - somehow - without destroying the fabric of the universe!
But they wouldn’t have heard what Biff muttered to himself. ‘So Doc Brown invented a time machine!'
They wouldn’t have realised that Old Biff had been listening in on the entire conversation they’d just had.
They wouldn’t have seen Biff reach into a certain trash can and fish out a silver bag with a certain Sports Almanac in it.
And they wouldn't have seen him hail a flying taxi.
Fred saw the old fellow waving his brass-handled cane as the cabbie let
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