The following is a true account of the experiences of a man I only knew as Dante. Although I realize that the information that I provide in this blog can be considered as second handed, I still thought that it might be interesting to share. Whether you as my reader believe the mountain of information that I am about to share, is completely up to you. It really doesn't matter to me. It took me a while to figure out where to start with this, so I decided that it might be best to start by mentioning Dante's date of birth.
The man that I came to know as Dante was born on March 27, 3013.
If at this point you are skeptical, I would advise you to stop reading because what I am about to share in the following blog posts redefines the definition of incredible, but I am afraid that it also puts my sanity into question. Nevertheless I have decided to share with you the amazing story of the Unknown Time Traveler.
Please revisit this page as I will be unfolding this story piece by piece starting with the unbelievable event that literally flung Dante into my life.
The Unknown Time Traveler
It all started one winter's morning in August of 2016 on a remote part of the famous St Blaize trail in Mosselbay. It was especially warm for a winter's morning, and I had decided to go for a walk on the Danabay side of the eight and a half mile hiking trail. This scenic route runs along a narrow path on the sea side cliffs of this beautiful coastline.
I was about a mile into the trail when I decided to take a rest on a small bench a short distance from the cliff's edge. The view from here was spectacular and the air felt crisp and fresh.
It was dead quiet here, except for the occasional squawk from a seagull and the sound of the crashing waves below. I was looking at a small fishing boat about half a mile in, when I heard someone shouting from afar. My first reaction was to jump up from the bench and look around. I couldn't see anyone approaching and decided to sit back down. For a second time I heard the voice, but this time it seemed a lot closer.
I rushed myself over to the edge of the cliff and shielded my eyes from the sunlight reflecting off the water. As I squinted to take a better look at the little white boat in the distance, I heard the voice again.
"Cuidado! Cuidado!"*, the voice echoed through the cliffs below. Immediately I fell to my knees to take a look over the cliff's edge. What happened next was so incredible that it boggles the mind right to the edge of insanity. Describing this without sounding like a complete lunatic would be impossible, but for the record I need to be clear that I have never used drugs or abused alcohol nor have I ever been diagnosed with a mental illness.
"Cuidado!" I heard someone shout one last time, before, what I thought for some reason was a refuse bag, fell past me from somewhere above and landed on a small ledge about ten feet down the side of the cliff, kicking up a cloud of white dust. At this point I swung myself around to see who the culprit was who had thrown the bag at me. But there was no one around.
"Hola?", a voice said. I got back onto all fours and crawled as close as I could to the edge of the cliff. As I peeked down to where I saw the "refuse bag" landed, I made direct eye contact with a man of Latin origin. What went through my mind at this stage is hard to describe as my brain tried to rationalize what I was seeing, but I remember convincing myself that this was a paraglider who had just had a very close brush with death. My eyes scanned the cliffs below for the remains of a parachute. But there was nothing. As the initial shock wore off, I managed to get some words out.
"Are you ok? " I said, expecting the man whom, from my judgment, was about twenty five years old, to report several broken bones.
He looked up at me, got to his feet, then replied in a heavy Spanish accent, "Where am I?"
"You are on the Danabay side of the St Blaize, where is your parachute?" He did not reply to this, but instead held his hand out.
"Please- please help me up!"
I reached down as far as I could while the young man lifted himself a few inches off the ledge. We secured a solid grip and I leaned back and pulled with all my strength, losing my one sandal over the edge of the cliff. As the young man reached the top he grabbed onto some of the vegetation and pulled himself to safety.
I got up and then extended my hand to help the man to his feet. At this stage I was still completely convinced that this was an unfortunate paraglider.
"Where am I?" he asked as we both dusted the yellow sand from our clothes.
"You are in Danabay", I said.
His reply was what left me speechless for several seconds.
"No, I meant what year is this?" he replied.
Next blog entry - Learning the methods of an actual... Time Traveler?!
*I later Googled the word "Cuidado! " and found out it is Spanish for "Look out!"
I was about a mile into the trail when I decided to take a rest on a small bench a short distance from the cliff's edge. The view from here was spectacular and the air felt crisp and fresh.
It was dead quiet here, except for the occasional squawk from a seagull and the sound of the crashing waves below. I was looking at a small fishing boat about half a mile in, when I heard someone shouting from afar. My first reaction was to jump up from the bench and look around. I couldn't see anyone approaching and decided to sit back down. For a second time I heard the voice, but this time it seemed a lot closer.
I rushed myself over to the edge of the cliff and shielded my eyes from the sunlight reflecting off the water. As I squinted to take a better look at the little white boat in the distance, I heard the voice again.
"Cuidado! Cuidado!"*, the voice echoed through the cliffs below. Immediately I fell to my knees to take a look over the cliff's edge. What happened next was so incredible that it boggles the mind right to the edge of insanity. Describing this without sounding like a complete lunatic would be impossible, but for the record I need to be clear that I have never used drugs or abused alcohol nor have I ever been diagnosed with a mental illness.
"Cuidado!" I heard someone shout one last time, before, what I thought for some reason was a refuse bag, fell past me from somewhere above and landed on a small ledge about ten feet down the side of the cliff, kicking up a cloud of white dust. At this point I swung myself around to see who the culprit was who had thrown the bag at me. But there was no one around.
"Hola?", a voice said. I got back onto all fours and crawled as close as I could to the edge of the cliff. As I peeked down to where I saw the "refuse bag" landed, I made direct eye contact with a man of Latin origin. What went through my mind at this stage is hard to describe as my brain tried to rationalize what I was seeing, but I remember convincing myself that this was a paraglider who had just had a very close brush with death. My eyes scanned the cliffs below for the remains of a parachute. But there was nothing. As the initial shock wore off, I managed to get some words out.
"Are you ok? " I said, expecting the man whom, from my judgment, was about twenty five years old, to report several broken bones.
He looked up at me, got to his feet, then replied in a heavy Spanish accent, "Where am I?"
"You are on the Danabay side of the St Blaize, where is your parachute?" He did not reply to this, but instead held his hand out.
"Please- please help me up!"
I reached down as far as I could while the young man lifted himself a few inches off the ledge. We secured a solid grip and I leaned back and pulled with all my strength, losing my one sandal over the edge of the cliff. As the young man reached the top he grabbed onto some of the vegetation and pulled himself to safety.
I got up and then extended my hand to help the man to his feet. At this stage I was still completely convinced that this was an unfortunate paraglider.
"Where am I?" he asked as we both dusted the yellow sand from our clothes.
"You are in Danabay", I said.
His reply was what left me speechless for several seconds.
"No, I meant what year is this?" he replied.
Next blog entry - Learning the methods of an actual... Time Traveler?!
*I later Googled the word "Cuidado! " and found out it is Spanish for "Look out!"
The Methods of Time Traveling
How does one even reply to someone who has just dropped from the sky, and then asks you what year this is? So I replied by questioning his physical state. My reasonable mind told me me that this guy had just crashed into a cliff and might have sustained a head injury.
I took a step forward and reached out to examine him for injuries.
He reacted swiftly by taking two steps back.
"Ey compadre what you doing?", he said pushing his index and middle fingers to his chest.
Immediately it was as if the fibers from his tight-fitting top rearranged themselves in a circular pattern around the area he touched, and the cloth right under his fingers lit up in a light blue glow, similar to what we usually see in small LED lights. I felt a wall of static electricity in front of me and slowly took a step back.
It is very hard for me to describe what went threw my mind at that moment, but I remember saying, "It's 2016...Augustus. It's Augustus 2016."
He stared at me for a moment, then he threw his arms in the air, spun around in circles and said something in Spanish that I figured must have been swearing. The man then sat down on the bench and dropped his head into his hands.
Now, I think I should mention that I am a former police officer and also a former soldier, and I pride myself in having a nose for smelling BS, but this didn't smell like any BS that I have ever smelled before. I wasn't sure what to ask the man so I decided on a neutral question that could cover many bases.
"Where are you from?"
He lifted his eyes.
"I hail from Madrid. My name is Dante," he said holding out his hand.
I shook Dante's hand and took a seat next to him on the bench. I remember taking a few moments to come up with another question that wouldn't offend my Spanish friend and also wouldn't make me sound like a dingbat.
"How did you get here?“
"Estúpido! Estúpido!" he shouted and then took a moment before he replied calmly, "I projected with only half charge."
I had no idea what that meant, so I just tried to look sympathetic and nodded along. Then Dante looked up at me. "Do you have a SNS* port nearby?"
"Um, I am not too sure. This is a pretty small town."
Dante got up and pressed his fore- and middle fingers onto his left forearm. I watched as the fibers on his sleeve rearranged, followed by the same blue glow as before. It emitted a sound similar to running a mallet over the notes of a xylophone, and a tiny colorful whirlwind sprung up from his arm.
It had little sliver particles twirling around that disappeared from view about twelve inches away from his arm. Dante kept touching his left eye and staring into the distance.
I can imagine that at this stage, you must be convinced that I got this all from a second rated sci-fi flick, and I respect your skepticism, but I assure you that I am just telling this the way it happened in front of my eyes. (I would not have believed it, if it was someone else telling the story either.)
Dante wiped his forearm and all the twirls and sparkles faded from sight.
He got down on his haunches and said, "You have to excuse, my knowledge on history- umm, is not good. Has Haselton** discovered the quantum counterpart for the law on general relativity yet?"
Science was never my strong point, and although I did develop a interest in physics a decade or so ago, his question left me with the same perplexed look on my face, that I can imagine you must have now. So I just shrugged and shook my head. Then there was a moment of silence.
"What year are you from?“, I asked, as I finally managed to spit out this ridiculous question that had been lingering in the back of my mind.
He took a deep breath and said, "I projected on April 29th, 3039-“, Dante paused and looked at me,"I have to get to April 30th, 1947... to tell the woman I love that I found a way."
Next Post - The Time Traver's lover
* I later learned that SNS is an acronym for Synthetic Nano suit/ skin (Can't remember which)
** Dante requested that some of the names of people be changed and also some "future events" be left out of this text.
I took a step forward and reached out to examine him for injuries.
He reacted swiftly by taking two steps back.
"Ey compadre what you doing?", he said pushing his index and middle fingers to his chest.
Immediately it was as if the fibers from his tight-fitting top rearranged themselves in a circular pattern around the area he touched, and the cloth right under his fingers lit up in a light blue glow, similar to what we usually see in small LED lights. I felt a wall of static electricity in front of me and slowly took a step back.
It is very hard for me to describe what went threw my mind at that moment, but I remember saying, "It's 2016...Augustus. It's Augustus 2016."
He stared at me for a moment, then he threw his arms in the air, spun around in circles and said something in Spanish that I figured must have been swearing. The man then sat down on the bench and dropped his head into his hands.
Now, I think I should mention that I am a former police officer and also a former soldier, and I pride myself in having a nose for smelling BS, but this didn't smell like any BS that I have ever smelled before. I wasn't sure what to ask the man so I decided on a neutral question that could cover many bases.
"Where are you from?"
He lifted his eyes.
"I hail from Madrid. My name is Dante," he said holding out his hand.
I shook Dante's hand and took a seat next to him on the bench. I remember taking a few moments to come up with another question that wouldn't offend my Spanish friend and also wouldn't make me sound like a dingbat.
"How did you get here?“
"Estúpido! Estúpido!" he shouted and then took a moment before he replied calmly, "I projected with only half charge."
I had no idea what that meant, so I just tried to look sympathetic and nodded along. Then Dante looked up at me. "Do you have a SNS* port nearby?"
"Um, I am not too sure. This is a pretty small town."
Dante got up and pressed his fore- and middle fingers onto his left forearm. I watched as the fibers on his sleeve rearranged, followed by the same blue glow as before. It emitted a sound similar to running a mallet over the notes of a xylophone, and a tiny colorful whirlwind sprung up from his arm.
It had little sliver particles twirling around that disappeared from view about twelve inches away from his arm. Dante kept touching his left eye and staring into the distance.
I can imagine that at this stage, you must be convinced that I got this all from a second rated sci-fi flick, and I respect your skepticism, but I assure you that I am just telling this the way it happened in front of my eyes. (I would not have believed it, if it was someone else telling the story either.)
Dante wiped his forearm and all the twirls and sparkles faded from sight.
He got down on his haunches and said, "You have to excuse, my knowledge on history- umm, is not good. Has Haselton** discovered the quantum counterpart for the law on general relativity yet?"
Science was never my strong point, and although I did develop a interest in physics a decade or so ago, his question left me with the same perplexed look on my face, that I can imagine you must have now. So I just shrugged and shook my head. Then there was a moment of silence.
"What year are you from?“, I asked, as I finally managed to spit out this ridiculous question that had been lingering in the back of my mind.
He took a deep breath and said, "I projected on April 29th, 3039-“, Dante paused and looked at me,"I have to get to April 30th, 1947... to tell the woman I love that I found a way."
Next Post - The Time Traver's lover
* I later learned that SNS is an acronym for Synthetic Nano suit/ skin (Can't remember which)
** Dante requested that some of the names of people be changed and also some "future events" be left out of this text.
Time Traveler's Lover
When you have a stranger standing in front of you, claiming that he came from the future, most people will just turn around and leave. But most people were not there that August day, and most people didn't witness what I saw happening in front of my very eyes.
I was intrigued. I have just met a Spanish man who was only going to be born in ninety seven years from then, and who was heading back to a post World War Two America, to tell his lover that he had found a way.
"A way to what?", I asked as curiosity got the better of me.
"A way to be together," Dante answered in his Spanish accent, "but now, now I am stuck. No way to project forward and no way back."
There was a million questions running through my mind at the time. I wanted to know how all this worked, what's going to happen in the future, what is life like in 3039, and what is up with the glowing clothing he was wearing, but I selected to go with a less selfish line of questioning. At least for a while anyway.
"What is her name, and how did you guys meet?", I asked, blurting out two questions simultaneously.
Dante turned towards me and let out a little laugh. "You have not even told me your name yet."
"I'm sorry," I said feeling slightly embarrassed for my rudeness, "everything happened so fast I never realized that I never introduced myself." I held out my hand towards him. "My name is Chris."
Dante shook my hand and said, "Her name is Elaine. Elaine McHugh*."
At that moment two hikers passed on the trail behind us.
"Morning guys!", a man in a bright orange sweater shouted in an American accent, "Any of you know how far it is to the end of this trail?“
"It's just over one and a half kilo- Uh... a about a mile!", I shouted back, rectifying my metric system mistake, and feeling relieved that someone else acknowledged the existence of the man standing next to me.
We sat back down on the bench before Dante took a deep breath and then continued.
"I was in love with her from the first time I saw her," he said.
"So, is she from Madrid? A Time Traveler like you?“, I asked.
Dante smiled again, "No. No, Elaine is from, uh New York you see."
"I see, so you guys are doing the long distance thing then. That's always a tricky one," I replied. "How did you meet?"
He let out a big sigh, lifted his eyes and started out towards the horizon.
"The very first time I put eyes on Elaine, was only moments after she jad jumped to her death... "
Next Post - Taking Advantage of Time Traveling
*Elaine McHugh's name has been changed in this story on Dante's request
I was intrigued. I have just met a Spanish man who was only going to be born in ninety seven years from then, and who was heading back to a post World War Two America, to tell his lover that he had found a way.
"A way to what?", I asked as curiosity got the better of me.
"A way to be together," Dante answered in his Spanish accent, "but now, now I am stuck. No way to project forward and no way back."
There was a million questions running through my mind at the time. I wanted to know how all this worked, what's going to happen in the future, what is life like in 3039, and what is up with the glowing clothing he was wearing, but I selected to go with a less selfish line of questioning. At least for a while anyway.
"What is her name, and how did you guys meet?", I asked, blurting out two questions simultaneously.
Dante turned towards me and let out a little laugh. "You have not even told me your name yet."
"I'm sorry," I said feeling slightly embarrassed for my rudeness, "everything happened so fast I never realized that I never introduced myself." I held out my hand towards him. "My name is Chris."
Dante shook my hand and said, "Her name is Elaine. Elaine McHugh*."
At that moment two hikers passed on the trail behind us.
"Morning guys!", a man in a bright orange sweater shouted in an American accent, "Any of you know how far it is to the end of this trail?“
"It's just over one and a half kilo- Uh... a about a mile!", I shouted back, rectifying my metric system mistake, and feeling relieved that someone else acknowledged the existence of the man standing next to me.
We sat back down on the bench before Dante took a deep breath and then continued.
"I was in love with her from the first time I saw her," he said.
"So, is she from Madrid? A Time Traveler like you?“, I asked.
Dante smiled again, "No. No, Elaine is from, uh New York you see."
"I see, so you guys are doing the long distance thing then. That's always a tricky one," I replied. "How did you meet?"
He let out a big sigh, lifted his eyes and started out towards the horizon.
"The very first time I put eyes on Elaine, was only moments after she jad jumped to her death... "
Next Post - Taking Advantage of Time Traveling
*Elaine McHugh's name has been changed in this story on Dante's request
Taking Advantage of Time Traveling
I was shocked and deeply moved by his words although I didn't understand it completely, until some time later. My idea of traveling has been mostly influenced by Hollywood and it was not until I met Dante, that I learned what this actually will be like in the future.
"And you were trying to save her by traveling back in time?" I asked.
Dante shook his head. "It is not possible for a man to change history. What happened has already been written. I cannot stop Elaine from jumping."
I was confused, and it was showing on my face. "But you said that you found a way, right? A way to be together."
"It would not be an easy thing to explain to you my friend. To understand why I cannot save Elaine, you must understand how the science behind projection works," he said as he got up from the bench. I watched young man as he folded his hands behind his back and slowly paced towards the edge of the cliff.
Then he turned towards me. "I would love to tell you everything, but... I am afraid that I have other, uh, matters to attend to."
I was burning with curiosity, but I also felt a sense of being part of something important. I was the only person to discover something that I usually only write about, or read of, or see in a sci-fi flick. I felt like a secret agent, the chosen one to play a part in something amazing.
"You mentioned some sort of a station earlier, "I said, "What exactly did you mean? Is it a specific place somewhere, or is there somewhere else that I can take you to?"
"I am afraid not. I need a SNS station to recharge."
"We are not completely technologically incompetent you know," said taking my phone out of my pocket and waving it about,* "we have numerous devices that requires charging, maybe we can um... rig, something for you?"
Dante stepped closer and took the phone from my hand. He inspected it for a minute, looking slightly amused. "Asombroso",** he said handing it back to me and then stepping away once more. "But will your devices be able to charge this?"
He touched four fingers to his shoulder. I have to admit that until that point I still had a hint of skepticism left in me, but that was completely erased by what I witnessed next.
His skin, from head to toe lit up in a purple glow. I came a little closer to him and could see that it was like a thin membrane of interlinking hexagonal squares covering his skin.
"What is--", was all I could get out.
"This is SNS. It is short for Synthetic Nano Skin.***", he said, "It was developed to protect the human body against heat and cold, um,.. cuts, bruises, sickness. But it is also used for uh, projection you know, for uh, traveling."
"Is it broken? Do you need it fixed?“ I asked trying to sounded not too neanderthalish.
"The SNS cannot be destroyed. It becomes a part of the body. But it cannot hold a sufficient charge by itself," Dante said, and touched three fingers on the inside of his forearm. Instantly, as before the fibers on his clothing rearranged. But this time it wasn't limited to the area he touched, as his entire outfit changed into something that looked like millions of tiny little eyes.
"This is what holds the charge," he said, "But I had to take an extra fully charged energy suit with. For Elaine."
He tuned away from me and started pacing with his hands folded behind his back.
" Unfortunately with such a lot of energy, the risk of damaging the Pineal gland was too great. I decided to leave with half charge."
He wiped his hand across his forearm and in an instant his clothing returned to normal. "Without SNS station, it could take, uh... maybe a month to charge just enough to complete my Journey. With the help of the sun of course. Once I get to 1947 I will have wait another month, maybe two months to get enough charge to,... uh, project once again. "
I nodded as if I understood the technology completely. "Why don't you rather project back to 3039, to Madrid and charge properly? You know, do it the right way."
Dante sighed and tuned turned his eyes to the horizon.
"I can never return back there. I am a wanted man in Madrid."
I wasn't judging or even thinking about judging a man from a time that I knew nothing about, but the police officer inside of me persuaded me to ask, "What are you wanted for?"
Dante turned to me and looked me in the eye. For the first time I noticed two peculiar black dots in the upper, inner corners of each of his eyes.
"They want me for taking advantage of the Time Traveling System. And for killing a man..."
Next time - Confessions of a Time Traveler
*Afterwards I fell felt quite embarrassed by waving around my cellphone, which must have seemed like such an ancient piece of technology to Dante. He must have thought me an idiot.
**I could not clearly hear what Dante said when he spoke that word, but from what I heard it sounded like and my own assumptions, plus a little help from Google again, I figured that he might have used that word, meaning Amazing in Spanish.
***Again I can't remember if it was Nano skin or Nano suit.
"And you were trying to save her by traveling back in time?" I asked.
Dante shook his head. "It is not possible for a man to change history. What happened has already been written. I cannot stop Elaine from jumping."
I was confused, and it was showing on my face. "But you said that you found a way, right? A way to be together."
"It would not be an easy thing to explain to you my friend. To understand why I cannot save Elaine, you must understand how the science behind projection works," he said as he got up from the bench. I watched young man as he folded his hands behind his back and slowly paced towards the edge of the cliff.
Then he turned towards me. "I would love to tell you everything, but... I am afraid that I have other, uh, matters to attend to."
I was burning with curiosity, but I also felt a sense of being part of something important. I was the only person to discover something that I usually only write about, or read of, or see in a sci-fi flick. I felt like a secret agent, the chosen one to play a part in something amazing.
"You mentioned some sort of a station earlier, "I said, "What exactly did you mean? Is it a specific place somewhere, or is there somewhere else that I can take you to?"
"I am afraid not. I need a SNS station to recharge."
"We are not completely technologically incompetent you know," said taking my phone out of my pocket and waving it about,* "we have numerous devices that requires charging, maybe we can um... rig, something for you?"
Dante stepped closer and took the phone from my hand. He inspected it for a minute, looking slightly amused. "Asombroso",** he said handing it back to me and then stepping away once more. "But will your devices be able to charge this?"
He touched four fingers to his shoulder. I have to admit that until that point I still had a hint of skepticism left in me, but that was completely erased by what I witnessed next.
His skin, from head to toe lit up in a purple glow. I came a little closer to him and could see that it was like a thin membrane of interlinking hexagonal squares covering his skin.
"What is--", was all I could get out.
"This is SNS. It is short for Synthetic Nano Skin.***", he said, "It was developed to protect the human body against heat and cold, um,.. cuts, bruises, sickness. But it is also used for uh, projection you know, for uh, traveling."
"Is it broken? Do you need it fixed?“ I asked trying to sounded not too neanderthalish.
"The SNS cannot be destroyed. It becomes a part of the body. But it cannot hold a sufficient charge by itself," Dante said, and touched three fingers on the inside of his forearm. Instantly, as before the fibers on his clothing rearranged. But this time it wasn't limited to the area he touched, as his entire outfit changed into something that looked like millions of tiny little eyes.
"This is what holds the charge," he said, "But I had to take an extra fully charged energy suit with. For Elaine."
He tuned away from me and started pacing with his hands folded behind his back.
" Unfortunately with such a lot of energy, the risk of damaging the Pineal gland was too great. I decided to leave with half charge."
He wiped his hand across his forearm and in an instant his clothing returned to normal. "Without SNS station, it could take, uh... maybe a month to charge just enough to complete my Journey. With the help of the sun of course. Once I get to 1947 I will have wait another month, maybe two months to get enough charge to,... uh, project once again. "
I nodded as if I understood the technology completely. "Why don't you rather project back to 3039, to Madrid and charge properly? You know, do it the right way."
Dante sighed and tuned turned his eyes to the horizon.
"I can never return back there. I am a wanted man in Madrid."
I wasn't judging or even thinking about judging a man from a time that I knew nothing about, but the police officer inside of me persuaded me to ask, "What are you wanted for?"
Dante turned to me and looked me in the eye. For the first time I noticed two peculiar black dots in the upper, inner corners of each of his eyes.
"They want me for taking advantage of the Time Traveling System. And for killing a man..."
Next time - Confessions of a Time Traveler
*Afterwards I fell felt quite embarrassed by waving around my cellphone, which must have seemed like such an ancient piece of technology to Dante. He must have thought me an idiot.
**I could not clearly hear what Dante said when he spoke that word, but from what I heard it sounded like and my own assumptions, plus a little help from Google again, I figured that he might have used that word, meaning Amazing in Spanish.
***Again I can't remember if it was Nano skin or Nano suit.
Confessions of a Time Traveler
The Time Traveler's words shocked me. "How did all this happen?", I eventually managed to get out.
Dante took a seat on the bench again.
The following is the story how Dante told it to me. I might not have all the details exactly as he told it to me, but here is how I remember Dante telling it;
"This all started one Saturday afternoon. It was June 21st 3039, Amelio's birthday and me and the guys were just goofing around, having beers and playing some games. Amelio didn't want a big thing for his birthday because he had just broken up with Cassandra and was scared she might log an Androbot* to spy on him. She had always been a crazy bitch.
We had the TV on in the background because we were waiting for the Real Madrid game. At the time there was a documentary on channel 15, something about suicide jumps from the world's highest buildings throughout history, but only Raúl was connected** to it and watching.
A little while earlier we were having a Cythonic*** duel with Amelio, but after a few games Raúl go tired of losing.
I have just upgraded to the next level and I was sneaking up behind Amelio's avatar when suddenly my transmission got interrupted. I logged out of the Cython and Amelio immediately followed.
Raúl had terminated the feed and was standing with the crystal-feeder**** in his hand.
"Hey man, what did you do that for?", Amelio and I asked in unison while we were wiping the extra charge° from our SNS.
"Compadres, I have a a crazy idea!", Raúl said after taking another sip of his beer. Of the three of us, he was the smallest but he was also the most impulsive and definitely the most reckless. Raúl had been incarcerated more than I cared to remember and he was definitely not hesitant to take even more crazy risks when the opportunity presented itself.
I looked at Raúl standing in front of us with a cheeky grin on his face. He had that familiar look in his eyes and I knew that it meant trouble was brewing.
Amelio was more gullible and also more prone to going along with Raúl's stupid ideas than I was.
"Spit it out compadre!", Amelio said, "What have you got for me?"
"Have any of you losers you ever seen a dead body?", Raúl asked.
"I saw my grandfather at his funeral when I was sixteen", I said.
"No, no, no. I meant have you ever seen a fresh one? Right after the soul has left the body?", Raúl said dramatizing every word.
We both shook our heads.
"So what you saying Raúl?“, Amelio asked, "You saying we should kill somebody?“
"Man, do I look like a fool to you? I'm not saying that we should kill a man. I'm just saying that it would be fun to go somewhere and... Uh, see someone just after they done something stupid, you know.", Raúl grinned and gestured to the TV.
"I'm sorry, but have you suddenly become psychic?", I responded, "How will you know when someone is going to die?“
Raúl smiled even wider and took a step closer to us."We don't have to know when someone is going to die, but we do know when people have already died... we can project."
"You are crazy Raúl!", Amelio snapped.
"Who is going to give us authorization to project?", I asked.
"Ah papi, we don't need permission." Raúl said, reaching into his back pocket and producing a small black disk.
"Oh my God, where did you get a bridge°° from?", I asked, frantically looking around for a spying Androbot to appear unexpectedly. "Did you steal this Raúl?"
"Man I did not steal nothing. I borrowed it. From my uncle Pedro.", Raúl replied.
Pedro Rodríguez was a research scientist at a European Biotechnology company and the only relative Raúl had. Uncle Pedro was a kind and generous man, but that didn't stop Raúl from helping himself to Pedro's personal belongings.
"So are you two chicken-shits coming?", Raúl asked, "We are going to check some gringo chica take a swan-dive off the Empire state!“, he said pushing the bridge disk against Amelio's forehead.
"How far back are we protecting?“, Amelio asked.
Raúl pointed at the TV and gestured°°°, switching it to overhead display. On the paused display a two dimensional black and white image of the Empire State was showing.
The writing across the screen read, "May 1st, 1947 —The death of Elaine McHugh."
Next Post - The death of Elaine.
* Logging a Anabot will be used in the future to accompany to accompany someone, to any location they don't feel completely safe. It will be used to record everything in the location the person finds themselves in and will in case of an emergency disrupt the SNS of an attacker, or stimulate the SNS of the victim while alerting the appropriate authorities.
** TVs functions in a very different way to the televisions we are have today. One can either send a realistic hologram to an overhead display or connect directly to the TV using your SNS and receiving the picture on your digital cortex. (More on that later)
*** Cythonic technology is the future of virtual reality and includes a hundred percent realistic experience including all five senses.
**** A Crystal feeder is a small device that networks all household devices and allows a direct connection of SNSes to connect with this network.
° Extra charge gets retained by the SNS after disconnecting from any system. "Wiping the charge" feeds it back into the power system of each individual house. (The national power grid gets abolished during the middle of this century)
°° A Bridge is a small device that looks like a small fridge magnet. Time Traveling or protecting as it will be referred to in the future requires authorization. A bridge is used by researchers who needs to project constantly for reasons relating to their research.
°°° Remote controls will become obsolete and all electronics function via voice and gesture
Just a little bit on SNS (Synthetic Nano Skin). Although I am not sure how exactly it operates, it is a micro-thin, invisible layer covering the entire body. It protects against various injuries and illnesses and also allow the wearer to interact with the technology around him. All humans are fitted with SNS shortly after birth and it continues to grow with the individual.
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Dante took a seat on the bench again.
The following is the story how Dante told it to me. I might not have all the details exactly as he told it to me, but here is how I remember Dante telling it;
"This all started one Saturday afternoon. It was June 21st 3039, Amelio's birthday and me and the guys were just goofing around, having beers and playing some games. Amelio didn't want a big thing for his birthday because he had just broken up with Cassandra and was scared she might log an Androbot* to spy on him. She had always been a crazy bitch.
We had the TV on in the background because we were waiting for the Real Madrid game. At the time there was a documentary on channel 15, something about suicide jumps from the world's highest buildings throughout history, but only Raúl was connected** to it and watching.
A little while earlier we were having a Cythonic*** duel with Amelio, but after a few games Raúl go tired of losing.
I have just upgraded to the next level and I was sneaking up behind Amelio's avatar when suddenly my transmission got interrupted. I logged out of the Cython and Amelio immediately followed.
Raúl had terminated the feed and was standing with the crystal-feeder**** in his hand.
"Hey man, what did you do that for?", Amelio and I asked in unison while we were wiping the extra charge° from our SNS.
"Compadres, I have a a crazy idea!", Raúl said after taking another sip of his beer. Of the three of us, he was the smallest but he was also the most impulsive and definitely the most reckless. Raúl had been incarcerated more than I cared to remember and he was definitely not hesitant to take even more crazy risks when the opportunity presented itself.
I looked at Raúl standing in front of us with a cheeky grin on his face. He had that familiar look in his eyes and I knew that it meant trouble was brewing.
Amelio was more gullible and also more prone to going along with Raúl's stupid ideas than I was.
"Spit it out compadre!", Amelio said, "What have you got for me?"
"Have any of you losers you ever seen a dead body?", Raúl asked.
"I saw my grandfather at his funeral when I was sixteen", I said.
"No, no, no. I meant have you ever seen a fresh one? Right after the soul has left the body?", Raúl said dramatizing every word.
We both shook our heads.
"So what you saying Raúl?“, Amelio asked, "You saying we should kill somebody?“
"Man, do I look like a fool to you? I'm not saying that we should kill a man. I'm just saying that it would be fun to go somewhere and... Uh, see someone just after they done something stupid, you know.", Raúl grinned and gestured to the TV.
"I'm sorry, but have you suddenly become psychic?", I responded, "How will you know when someone is going to die?“
Raúl smiled even wider and took a step closer to us."We don't have to know when someone is going to die, but we do know when people have already died... we can project."
"You are crazy Raúl!", Amelio snapped.
"Who is going to give us authorization to project?", I asked.
"Ah papi, we don't need permission." Raúl said, reaching into his back pocket and producing a small black disk.
"Oh my God, where did you get a bridge°° from?", I asked, frantically looking around for a spying Androbot to appear unexpectedly. "Did you steal this Raúl?"
"Man I did not steal nothing. I borrowed it. From my uncle Pedro.", Raúl replied.
Pedro Rodríguez was a research scientist at a European Biotechnology company and the only relative Raúl had. Uncle Pedro was a kind and generous man, but that didn't stop Raúl from helping himself to Pedro's personal belongings.
"So are you two chicken-shits coming?", Raúl asked, "We are going to check some gringo chica take a swan-dive off the Empire state!“, he said pushing the bridge disk against Amelio's forehead.
"How far back are we protecting?“, Amelio asked.
Raúl pointed at the TV and gestured°°°, switching it to overhead display. On the paused display a two dimensional black and white image of the Empire State was showing.
The writing across the screen read, "May 1st, 1947 —The death of Elaine McHugh."
Next Post - The death of Elaine.
* Logging a Anabot will be used in the future to accompany to accompany someone, to any location they don't feel completely safe. It will be used to record everything in the location the person finds themselves in and will in case of an emergency disrupt the SNS of an attacker, or stimulate the SNS of the victim while alerting the appropriate authorities.
** TVs functions in a very different way to the televisions we are have today. One can either send a realistic hologram to an overhead display or connect directly to the TV using your SNS and receiving the picture on your digital cortex. (More on that later)
*** Cythonic technology is the future of virtual reality and includes a hundred percent realistic experience including all five senses.
**** A Crystal feeder is a small device that networks all household devices and allows a direct connection of SNSes to connect with this network.
° Extra charge gets retained by the SNS after disconnecting from any system. "Wiping the charge" feeds it back into the power system of each individual house. (The national power grid gets abolished during the middle of this century)
°° A Bridge is a small device that looks like a small fridge magnet. Time Traveling or protecting as it will be referred to in the future requires authorization. A bridge is used by researchers who needs to project constantly for reasons relating to their research.
°°° Remote controls will become obsolete and all electronics function via voice and gesture
Just a little bit on SNS (Synthetic Nano Skin). Although I am not sure how exactly it operates, it is a micro-thin, invisible layer covering the entire body. It protects against various injuries and illnesses and also allow the wearer to interact with the technology around him. All humans are fitted with SNS shortly after birth and it continues to grow with the individual.
(Please follow this blog if you would like me to continue telling this story)
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