Tom looked older, and stunned. “Donlak? What the hell’s going on?”
“Tom you gotta help me, I’ve been arrested.”
“Well I can see that.”
“Step aside sir.” The bigger officer said, the two policemen the only definitive versions of males I had seen, although to be fair, Tom hadn’t completely immersed himself in the new culture either, he’s always been a bit… different.
“What is he being arrested for?” Tom asked.
“None of your business.” They pulled me away.
“They say I’m in my 40′s, and the girl I was with is 23.” Tom dropped his mouth… after a pause he started following me out of the building.
“You know you can’t do that, right? And why do you look so… young?”
“Tom, can you help me out here or not?”
“Any more talking and I’ll shut you both up.”
“Hey that’s offensive officer, and if you didn’t know I now have that recorded.” Tom motioned to his glasses, I didn’t mention it, because he always wears glasses, I know you didn’t know that, but… he does, trust me. Suddenly the officers turned and started over to Tom. One of them hit a button on a device, I figured this was supposed to activate the chip I didn’t have. It looked like Tom was in for it too now, I had a choice, run, try and fix it with more time travel hijinks or, help him. God damn it, create a paradox or get my ass locked up, beaten up, or killed in the future. The 21 year old I had a date with on saturday would be devastated.
The officers started looking at their tablets, about to run his name, he was lifting it to Tom’s face, I figured they didn’t know who he was yet, so he’d be fine if they didn’t id him… so I screamed and jumped the two policemen from behind. They both landed right on top of Tom, all of them surprised that I could move.
“Donlak, what the hell are you doing?”
“Getting us out of here, come on!” I picked up Tom and he high tailed it through an alley way, one of the cops chased us, firing his taser at us, while the other got the car, the big chase was on, we needed to get out of there, and back to the Delorean. We ran across the street!
“We need to get out of town, fast, my car is there!”
“Why is your car out of town? How’s that gonna help us?”
“Long story!”
“My bike’s over here.” A bike? Fuck the guy was always riding bicycles. We turned the corner, there was a suped up motorcycle sitting there.
“Well, alright.”
“Get on!” We both got on just as the cop was catching up, and the police car screeched around the corner. Tom gunned it, I almost fell off he bolted out so fast. “Where’s your car?”
“Exit 31, behind the billboard.”
“Of course.” We raced through the streets, the cops chased us the whole way, but never caught us, I was hoping they didn’t have his license plate number now, I wouldn’t want to leave him here to get arrested.
As we reached the billboard, cops on our heels, Tom spun to a skidding stop behind it. There was the Delorian, and there was 2 more cop cars coming in the opposite direction. “Get in.” I told him.
“Is that a Delorean?” he said as he got in and I started the engines and took off and raced between the two oncoming cop cars.
“It is.”
“Where the hell did you find a Delorean? This is awesome.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“Are those time circuits? Ha good touch.”
“Punch in todays date, 1 hour from now.”
“Okay, sure.”
“Just do it!” he did it, when it was done I turned the flux capacitor on and put the hammer down, 88 mph later boom! In an instant we were on the same street, cops gone, probably wondering how they’d explain what just happened.
“What the fuck?” Tom said scared shitless. I slowed down and parked behind the billboard. His bike was still there. “Where’d they go?”
“Check your watch dude.”
Tom looked at his watch… and then dropped his jaw. “This is a real time machine?”
“Yeah, look sorry I got you involved, you gonna be okay?”
“Ah, yeah. You’re leaving just like that?”
“No. First I need to ask, when they hell did all this shit start happening?”
“What the taking away of all our civil liberties?”
“That and the chicks looking like dudes, and vice versa.”
“I don’t know man, it just kind of happened little by little.”
“There had to be something that triggered this.”
“All I can say, is if I could go back in time and change things, I would.”
“Wait a minute, you can.”
“Uhm… Donlak, do you realize the potential danger of me doing that?”
“Nope. Get in.”
“Alright fuck it. Where are we going.”
“You mean when are we going. Buckle up.”
The Delorean ripped into space time and disappeared.
—–>;; the end
Donlak, There’s no way to say this without sounding like a troll/hater/negative-saying-things-type, but you really have absolutely no talent for writing.
Your fiction has no redeeming qualities. I wish I could offer constructive criticism, but writing just isn’t your thing. Your regular blogs (I suppose we could call them nonfiction essays) can be interesting based on the content, but the writing is always more of an impediment than a draw or even a transparent medium.
The fiction, however, even when used to demonstrate an idea (as in this series), is just bad.
No hard feelings, I hope.
And yet you read the entire story.
No hard feelings professor.
Academic due process.
At least until I get tenure.
Academic’s know about art as much as feminists know about femininity.
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