A science fiction book about time travel I narrated and produced.
Middle Aged (35-54)
North American (US General American - GenAM)
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
The old man moved a few seats closer to the kid and asked what happened. The young man looked up, seeing the old guy for the first time. A look of annoyance crossed his face for an instant, then was quickly replaced by a puzzled look. He stared at the old face for a few seconds. What? The old man asked. Nothing, said the young man, looking away. You remind me of someone I know. Forget it. Yeah. Who do I remind you of? The old man asked, genuinely interested. My father. If you must know, you look just like him. I suppose you look like him when he was younger, said the old man, smiling. I suppose I do. I'll bet he looked like me before he died. Am I right? I'm about the same age as he was. There was a big smile on the old man's face when he said this. I bet you'll look like me when you get older. I suppose I will. Hey, how did you know my father was dead? I know a lot of things about you. Oh, really? Like what everything you see. I am you or a version of you to be precise. So you see, I know exactly how you look when you're my age. I know where you're going and where you're coming from. The young man sat there speechless blinking. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again without saying a word. After a long pause to get his thoughts together. The young man said, you're me. You're from my future when exactly 42 years, answered the man earnestly. I'm 68, that makes you 26. I remembered this day when the car broke down. I thought it would be a good place to meet and talk. I wasn't sure of the exact day. So I've been waiting for you for almost a week. You can ask ralph here, if you don't believe me, you said you were one version of me. What did you mean by that? I'm one of the future possible use. I'm the you who didn't meet himself in this bar. I called the tow truck, got the Chevy fixed and went on to the big meeting with R. P. I. Industries. Yes, I we got the job and went on to a successful career filled with groundbreaking ideas that ultimately made time travel a practical reality. The only difference is that I'm the you who never had this conversation. So, you know, my our future intimately. I lived it. I guess I'm still living it in a weird sort of way. The old man sat there, stone faced, serious. This was not a joke. You'll excuse me for being skeptical, but this is difficult to believe. I can imagine. I wouldn't believe me either. So, if you are me without this meeting, your being here now changes everything for both of us. Isn't that correct? That is correct. I'm messing up my own timeline. What will be the consequences of that? I'm not sure