said.
Frank walked to the door and stopped. “Oh hey Dean. Don’t tell Hal or Robbie about the coyote. They’ll try to one up me and get it. This is my hunt.”
“And it’s our secret,” Dean said.
“Thanks.” Just as Frank opened the door he was faced with Jimmy.
“Hey, I was just about to buzz,” Jimmy said.
“And I was leaving, all yours.” Frank held out his hand.
“Actually, Frank, I came to see you,” said Jimmy.
“What’s up?”
Jimmy looked around Frank’s body to see if Dean and Ellen were occupied and lifted a sheet of paper to Frank. “You have a situation.”
<><><><>
What would the Fonz do?
To say he was frazzled would be an understatement. It was one chain of events after another. Roy, the clone, or Roy Replica, as he preferred to be called, was actually contemplating moving to that new place he heard them speak of called Creedville. Eavesdropping allowed him to know they walked around in cloaks all day.
He wasn’t quite sure what a cloak was, or how he would get to Creedville. He could be his genetic counterpart, but it was risky.
Each day that passed. Each day when he had to go out and seek food, was a risk.
Admittedly, it wasn’t as difficult as when his counterpart was away. That was tricky.
He had to go out only at night, and only when the guard watch was minimal.
He kept asking himself what would the Fonz do? After the triple close calls of the morning, he just wanted to get his time machine working again. And he couldn’t even do that.
The current, barbaric time machine wasn’t secure and it was a possibility he’d be zapped away forever.
He was stuck.
Too many multiple trips in one time period, combined with what he guessed was the automatic shutdown he added as his own safeguard, backfired on him.
There was something he had to do and had forgotten about. Secure his own future. He had to. If by chance his presence was discovered, a simple destruction of his embryonic clone would cause what he believed to be an instantaneous, visual ripple for everyone.
That was theoretic, but a very plausible theory.
Had Roy never been born, the HG Wells wouldn’t have been invented, and so much, much more than people in Beginnings realized, would ripple before their eyes.
It was quite possible that time would collide.
A disastrous paradox.
The results and possibilities were mind boggling and endless.
So he had to secure his future. That was easy enough. He knew for certain Dean hadn’t destroyed all the clones and never does. So he switched his own with another. Moved his embryonic clone to another section of the freezer and noted who he was. Funny, he laughed; because that’s the story he was told.
His clone was discovered in a protected space.
But doing that meant he had to go out in public. Before sun up. Only a few were out at that time.
It was the most human to human interaction he had.
Any time trip interaction, Roy planned out. Planned out what he had to say. Wrote it down, rehearsed it. He didn’t have that option in Beginnings.
It was improvisation at its best.
Roy didn’t know how to improvise.
His interaction skills were nil.
He found out in his twenties that a ‘mother’ wasn’t a computer but a real live person.
He never knew his mother.
He knew his father. Or rather genetic partner. Not personally, not much, but from text books. Everyone in Beginnings made the textbooks, they were the new history.
He drew upon the only interactive knowledge he had and that was gained from watching old shows that were given to him on disks.
The first person he ran into was Josephine. Roy wanted to run. Run fast.
He recalled his first run in with her. He had snuck into the Social Hall, and she was sleeping behind the bar.
“Who’s there?” she asked in her drunken crass way, popping up from behind the bar.
“Me,” Roy answered.
“Ah, you, huh? Out looking for a little action?”
Roy didn’t know how to answer that, he wasn’t sure what
Frank walked to the door and stopped. “Oh hey Dean. Don’t tell Hal or Robbie about the coyote. They’ll try to one up me and get it. This is my hunt.”
“And it’s our secret,” Dean said.
“Thanks.” Just as Frank opened the door he was faced with Jimmy.
“Hey, I was just about to buzz,” Jimmy said.
“And I was leaving, all yours.” Frank held out his hand.
“Actually, Frank, I came to see you,” said Jimmy.
“What’s up?”
Jimmy looked around Frank’s body to see if Dean and Ellen were occupied and lifted a sheet of paper to Frank. “You have a situation.”
<><><><>
What would the Fonz do?
To say he was frazzled would be an understatement. It was one chain of events after another. Roy, the clone, or Roy Replica, as he preferred to be called, was actually contemplating moving to that new place he heard them speak of called Creedville. Eavesdropping allowed him to know they walked around in cloaks all day.
He wasn’t quite sure what a cloak was, or how he would get to Creedville. He could be his genetic counterpart, but it was risky.
Each day that passed. Each day when he had to go out and seek food, was a risk.
Admittedly, it wasn’t as difficult as when his counterpart was away. That was tricky.
He had to go out only at night, and only when the guard watch was minimal.
He kept asking himself what would the Fonz do? After the triple close calls of the morning, he just wanted to get his time machine working again. And he couldn’t even do that.
The current, barbaric time machine wasn’t secure and it was a possibility he’d be zapped away forever.
He was stuck.
Too many multiple trips in one time period, combined with what he guessed was the automatic shutdown he added as his own safeguard, backfired on him.
There was something he had to do and had forgotten about. Secure his own future. He had to. If by chance his presence was discovered, a simple destruction of his embryonic clone would cause what he believed to be an instantaneous, visual ripple for everyone.
That was theoretic, but a very plausible theory.
Had Roy never been born, the HG Wells wouldn’t have been invented, and so much, much more than people in Beginnings realized, would ripple before their eyes.
It was quite possible that time would collide.
A disastrous paradox.
The results and possibilities were mind boggling and endless.
So he had to secure his future. That was easy enough. He knew for certain Dean hadn’t destroyed all the clones and never does. So he switched his own with another. Moved his embryonic clone to another section of the freezer and noted who he was. Funny, he laughed; because that’s the story he was told.
His clone was discovered in a protected space.
But doing that meant he had to go out in public. Before sun up. Only a few were out at that time.
It was the most human to human interaction he had.
Any time trip interaction, Roy planned out. Planned out what he had to say. Wrote it down, rehearsed it. He didn’t have that option in Beginnings.
It was improvisation at its best.
Roy didn’t know how to improvise.
His interaction skills were nil.
He found out in his twenties that a ‘mother’ wasn’t a computer but a real live person.
He never knew his mother.
He knew his father. Or rather genetic partner. Not personally, not much, but from text books. Everyone in Beginnings made the textbooks, they were the new history.
He drew upon the only interactive knowledge he had and that was gained from watching old shows that were given to him on disks.
The first person he ran into was Josephine. Roy wanted to run. Run fast.
He recalled his first run in with her. He had snuck into the Social Hall, and she was sleeping behind the bar.
“Who’s there?” she asked in her drunken crass way, popping up from behind the bar.
“Me,” Roy answered.
“Ah, you, huh? Out looking for a little action?”
Roy didn’t know how to answer that, he wasn’t sure what
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