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One hour to jump.
The headache had already started, as the disembodied voice echoed in my head.
I rushed down the stairs, two steps at a time, running into the startled paramedic at the entrance. I shook him by the shoulders. “First floor, third door to the right.”
The lights in the city flickered. The wind had picked up. And so, it had begun. The world was about to receive its first Ascendant, but my thoughts were only of Elena.
I ran away from the building, slipping and sliding on the wet pavement. It was two in the morning, there were only a handful of people outside. People singing at the top of their voices, happy people, sad people.
People that I should have studied, instead of falling in love.
They looked at me as if I was crazy as I sprinted past. And who could blame them? No one in their right minds would venture out in Seattle at night, in January, without a jacket or an umbrella.
Forty minutes to jump. I felt another stab in my brain.
Angry shouts erupted as I pushed aside a homeless man who approached me for change, knocking him down. Someone behind me helped him up.
The fluorescent glare of the street lights reflected off the puddles and bounced around in my head, making it spin. I vomited on the side of the road.
Thirty-five minutes to jump. Fuck! Was there no way to turn off the godforsaken voice?
A loud horn blared right next to me, making me hop onto the curb. A Greyhound bus was making its way westward. I remembered. It wasn’t too far from here.
Thirty minutes to jump. The pain was pulsating now. It was as if someone was sitting on top of my head, hitting it periodically with a hammer. I struggled my way to the luggage storage next to the bus station. The night clerk, Jason or Mason, smiled at me before he saw the wet T-shirt plastered to my body and the wild look in my face.
“Rough night?”
Twenty-five minutes to jump. I leaned down on my knees and retched in reply.
“Are you alright? Should I call 911?” He seemed genuinely concerned.
“I’ll be fine. Could you get my bag, please? I am checking out.”
He took my passcard and retrieved a rucksack from the row of lockers behind him.
The lights were flickering regularly. “Been like this for almost an hour,” he said.
It wouldn’t be long now. I’d miss the Happening, but that was OK.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
He pointed to the backdoor. “Take your time.”
I took the rucksack and went in. It contained my Neodymium suit and a small box with the chrono-capsule. I swallowed it and a bitter taste washed through my body.
Ten minutes to jump. Almost time.
Images of Elena flooded my mind. I slumped on the floor, whispering her name.
The door rattled as the rain intensified outside. Red lightning hit the sky. A deafening blast of thunder followed, blowing out the lights and breaking the window panes into a million pieces. I was puzzled. This shouldn’t be happening here.
One minute to jump. Suddenly something struck me.
“Wait!” I clawed at the imaginary walls closing in. Past, present, and future melded into one as I was yanked upstream by the chains of time.
I yelled into nothing and everything. “How did she…?”
Three months ago
The first sip slid smoothly down my throat. I was scared to breathe, dreading the aftertaste of ichthyocin that permeated all oral foods of my time. To my relief, there was none. Taking another sip, I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling.
I heard a voice say something to me. I opened my eyes to see a short-haired woman clutching a dark brown handbag, wearing a white dress with black stripes. She was watching me intently.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I said that I haven’t seen anyone enjoy a cup of bad coffee so much in my life.” Her voice was strong and confident, but her fingers twirled the straps of the bag nervously.
“This is bad coffee?” It was the best thing I had ever tasted.
“The worst. But that look of total contentment on your face is nice to see.”
She sat down. “So I wondered, what will he do when he actually tastes good coffee?”
“This is the first time I’m drinking coffee,” I said.
“You’re having me on.” Hazel eyes framed by a round face with slightly chubby cheeks, fixed on mine in surprise.
“No, honest to…” I almost said Ascendant, but then corrected myself. “…God.” Two years of training, yet I was slipping up.
“Then, on behalf of the coffee-drinking community, I apologize that you had to pop your cherry on this horrible goop.” An expression I could not quite understand, but I laughed, figuring that was what she expected.
“I’m Elena by the way.” Her hands were warm and friendly.
“Sean.” I picked a nice, neutral name.
The bell rang and we got up and filed into the theater. She gave me a smile and disappeared in the top tier.
I watched the Seattle College Theater Group butcher ‘Troilus and Cressida’ on stage. I had acted in and directed many adaptations of Shakespeare’s least liked work because its nihilistic themes resonated with me. It was a relief when it finally ended and the audience felt the same, judging by the way everyone was rushing towards the exit.
The woman was about ten people in front of me. Sensing me watching, she looked back and smiled. She mimed for me to meet her at the entrance.
“Do you want to get a cup of real coffee?”
“I wouldn’t say no to that.” There was something that made me want to know her.
“Where are you parked? You can follow me.” She took out her car keys.
“I walked. I’m staying at the King’s Inn, downtown.”
“Oh, let’s go in my car.” I followed her to the parking lot. She pressed a button and yellow lights flashed on a red car followed by a chirping sound.
“Prius,” I read out aloud.
“Yeah. Boring right?”
“I wouldn’t know.” I really wouldn’t. Cars had become obsolete two hundred years before I was born.
“So what did you think of the play?”
“Abominable. I would have left, but I wanted to know how much more atrocious it could get.”
“Careful now, the guy who played Diomedes is my friend.”
“He was the worst,” I said. “He had a single expression on his face throughout the third act and it was one of acute constipation.”
She stared at me for a second and roared with laughter.
She asked, “Why don’t you tell me what you really thought about it?”
“I just did.” I was confused.
She stared at me. “You’re a strange one, you know that?”
I shrugged.
Five minutes later, we got out in front of a small shop that said ‘Beans On Roast’.
“So this is the best place for coffee in Seattle?”
“The absolute best.”
A doorbell chimed as we entered the store. It was small, with a seating area to the right. Five tables and chairs around them. A few people were sitting down, talking, and laughing. The walls were ivory colored and had large images of men playing various musical instruments. Soft music was playing in the background. Someone singing about traveling through time to make up with her lost lover. Trust me, lady, it does not work like that.
Elena led me to the bar with high stools. I sat down with her.
A man came over to take our order. “Hi, Elena. Didn’t expect to see you here tonight. The usual?”
“Hi, Charlie. Give us two double shots. The Antiguan blend please.”
Charlie turned his back to us and started making the coffee.
“Do you come here often?” I asked.
“Almost every day.” She set her bag on the bar. “I still can’t believe that today is the first time you’re having coffee. Where are you from?”
“Newcastle upon Tyne.” I didn’t have to lie about that. Names of places never changed, only the people did.
“Really? But you don’t have a British accent. In fact, you have no accent at all.”
“Thank you.” I felt proud - those months of vocal training had paid off.
“I’m not sure you should take that as a compliment,” she said with a half-smile.
“I was an army brat. Traveled all over with my parents.” The standard answer for tough geographical questions.
“So what do you do Mr. Army Brat?”
“I write. Mostly plays.”
“Really? Anything I might have seen or heard of?”
“I doubt it. Just very small productions.”
“Kinda off-off-Broadway stuff?”
“Sure.” I shrugged. “But most assuredly better than the drivel we saw tonight.”
That made her laugh. I was beginning to enjoy making her laugh.
“Are you working on anything right now?”
Before I could answer, Charlie came back with the coffee with small packets of stuff to the side. “Should I put anything in it?”
“You can add sugar if your like,” she said, “but I prefer it as it is.” She drew the cup to her lip and took a sip. I did the same.
“So? What do you think?”
“It fills my mouth with a happiness that I cannot describe.” That pleased her.
I took another sip. “It tastes as if someone has distilled the essence of the soil in a forest after a mid-afternoon shower, added hints of fruits and flowers, and poured it into this cup.”
“Yay!” She clapped her hands excitedly.
“You were right. That coffee was terrible compared to this.”
“To be honest, anything would be better than that crap.” She smiled. Her two front teeth were slightly bigger than the others, she had this habit of hiding her mouth with her hand.
“Don’t,” I said, “You have a beautiful smile.”
Her face turned red immediately. She glanced at the clock on the wall and got up suddenly. “I’m sorry, but I have to leave now. Can I call you a cab?”
I slid off the barstool. “No thanks. I’ll walk, its nice outside.”
She looked at me as if I’d said something ridiculous. “I don’t think anything has said that about the weather in Seattle, ever.” Even Charlie seemed surprised.
She put her hand on my arm when I tried to pay for the coffee. “It's on me.”
She got into her car and drove away. Hitching up the collar of my jacket, I stepped out of the coffee-shop and started walking towards my hotel. It was cold and seemed as if it would rain at any moment. A young couple walked in front of me, their hands in each others' back pockets. I felt a pang of envy. In my time, we spoke more to machines than each other. Brief interludes of intimacy, ironically, facilitated by electronic devices, were just a fleeting reminder of a lost era of moments that meant something.
The girl laughed at something the boy said and kissed him on the cheek. Technology had not enslaved them yet. The lovers disappeared into the night as I entered the hotel.
I woke up with a craving for coffee. I walked again to the same place that Elena had taken me to yesterday night. The door opened to a heady smell of freshly roasting coffee. Pungent, yet comforting. I was beginning to understand why these people were addicted to the stuff.
There was a bigger crowd now. Mostly office-goers, I guessed, with their suits and ties and a smattering of skirts, getting their daily dose of morning pick-me-ups. I jostled for space and finally scored a stool.
Elena was there, making the drinks along with two other staff. She came up to me when I caught her eye, dressed in dark jeans and a tight, long-sleeved white shirt. The apron could not hide the curves of her body.
“I’m surprised to see you here.” I had to shout over the ambient noise.
“I own this place.” She searched my face to check if I was offended by the secret.
“I like it,” I said.
She leaned over with her elbows on the counter. “So, did I create a monster? You here to get your fix?”
“I think so. Can I have the same thing we had yesterday?”
“Coming right up.”
After about an hour, the throng started to thin and the morning rush was over. Elena came over to the other side of the bar, wiping her hands on her apron.
“I’m sorry for leaving so abruptly yesterday night.” She looked at the floor. “I had something to take care of.”
I smiled. “That’s alright. I was exhausted after that performance yesterday.”
Elena suddenly jumped up. “Let’s go!”
“Where?” I asked.
She removed her apron and put on her jacket. “You’ll see.”
“Charlie, can you take care of the shop, we’ll be back in a while.”
Twenty minutes later, we arrived at an outdoor ice skating rink.
“I cannot do this,” I said, “I am very uncoordinated.”
“If she can do it, you can too.” Elena pointed out a tiny little girl in a rainbow-colored hat, gliding effortlessly through the ice with her parents.
Doubtfully, I followed her lead and put on my skating shoes. “Don’t be afraid,” she said, “It's just like riding a bicycle.”
“I prefer to walk.” I was already struggling to stay on my feet, one hand clutching the rail and the other hand tightly gripping Elena’s shoulder.
Leading me to the center of the rink, she pushed me away.
I floundered immediately, my arms flailing wildly. I fell down on my ass. Rainbow girl shrieked with delight. “Look Daddy, that man fell down!”
When her dad told her that it wasn’t nice to laugh at people like that, she skated towards me.
“Are you alright mister? You hurt?” Mischievous brown eyes on a pixie face leaned down close to mine.
I smiled. “Just my pride.”
“My mom says pride always comes before a fall.” She crossed her arms and frowned.
“Not sure how that is applicable in this case, but your mother is right.”
Elena had skated towards me. “Are you ok?”
“I am fine.” I tried to get up on my own and promptly fell down again. Elena and the little girl suppressed their giggles.
Elena helped me up and little by little, I started getting the hang of it. Soon, I was able to skate-walk without falling and have fun.
“I’m really impressed. You’re a quick learner.” We were removing our skates on a bench behind the rink.
“It was different. I’ve not done this before.”
“Don’t drive, haven’t ridden a bicycle, haven’t ice-skated. I’m beginning to think you just escaped from a box somewhere.” Very close to the truth. The jump machine was indeed a box, but a hexagon rather than a cube.
“You have no idea,” I said.
“I have to get back to the shop. How about lunch tomorrow?”
“I would like that."
“Pick you up at your hotel tomorrow?” She did not cover her smile this time.
“Sure,” I said, but I was not. I should not be leading her on, but there was something about her that fascinated me.
She gave me a hug when we met the next day. I was enveloped by softness, my chin resting on top of her head.
We joined the line in front of an Italian food truck outside the aquarium. Elena recommended a tripe burger for me, but when the guy explained what it was, I decided to give it a pass, opting for a roast pork sandwich. It was the best thing I had ever eaten.
“What are you working on right now?” Elena linked her arm in mine.
“It is about this guy from the future who travels through time and falls for a pretty girl who works in a coffee shop.”
She laughed. “Aww... Are you falling for me?”
“I never said that the girl in the coffee shop was you.”
She hit me on the arm and snuggled in closer.
We watched the seals make a ruckus on the waterfront.
“So what is the future like in your play? Has humanity been destroyed? Have we been taken over by monkeys?”
I smiled. “Nothing of that sort. We are still chugging along slowly, cantankerous and complaining, but surviving nonetheless.”
“Just like now. Do we fly in air taxis? Do they have teleportation?”
“There are no air taxis, but all vehicles are unmanned. And no teleportation.” They had tried but had to cut it short when people started materializing inside walls.
“No air taxis, no apes? Sounds boring.”
“It has its moments. Time travel is possible of course.”
“Naturally.” She stopped and looked at me. “I’m going to Lafayette to visit my parents for Christmas. I’m leaving today, I’ll be back after New Year.”
“Oh.” It was a punch to the gut. I might not be here after the New Year.
“I can’t not go. I promised them I’d come.”
“I understand. I’ll miss you.”
She stood on her toes and kissed me. I could taste the hazelnut on her tongue. “I feel like I’m always leaving you like this.”
I felt a pang of guilt. I was going to do worse.
After a few more kisses, we parted.
The next day was Christmas Eve. Time for my customary coffee at Elena’s shop. I was now officially an addict.
I watched people in the Farmer’s Market buying produce and meat for dinner, buying Christmas trees, rushing in to do their last-minute shopping. Families, lovers, old, young, all coming alive in the cacophony of humanity. I tried to absorb everything and preserve it in my memory.
Nothing of this would survive in the future. It would all be hydroponics and vertical farming delivered to your doorstep by machines. Holographic Christmas trees that you could walk through. No human contact unless absolutely unavoidable.
I missed Elena. I had met her just a few days back and yet there was this connection drawing me irresistibly towards her. But I would never see her again.
It snowed Christmas morning. I turned on the television in the room. That had not changed a bit in four hundred years. Advertisements interspersed with half-baked reality shows. I changed channels and put on the news. They were showing Christmas around the world. I was about to switch again when something caught my eye. An eighteen-year-old girl in Brazil leading the prayers in the favelas. Ah yes, the first Ascendant, maybe. No one was really sure who she was. Sixteen historians who jumped with me were trying to figure it out.
But I had never been interested in the Ascendants. Although they could see the past, present, and future, the world they and I lived in was still devoid of the humanness that makes us human.
I started writing a letter to Elena, explaining why I had to leave. It was difficult, there was no good reason I could give for vanishing. Before I knew it, it was evening and I had strung only a few sentences together. I threw the sheet in the bin and decided to get something to eat.
The trees looked alive with sparkling lights in the night. It felt great to feel lost in the crowd, one among thousands, enjoying the parade and the fireworks. I returned late at night and slept fitfully. I dreamt of a future where Elena and I were together, where we had three kids, two girls and a boy - a different future where we grew old together.
My dreams were interrupted by a knock at the door in the middle of the night.
I opened the door to find a wet Elena standing, shivering. “I came straight from the airport. Told my parents I had to go meet a guy.”
It took me a microsecond to take her in my arms and kiss her all over. I helped her remove her coat and shut the door with my leg. We danced our way to the bed, falling into it. Wet sounds of our kisses echoed in the room.
“I have to tell you something,” she said when we finally stopped. “I have epilepsy.”
“Like seizures?” I asked.
She sat up. “Yes. They started when I was twenty. I take meds every night for that, haven’t had an episode in years, but I just needed to tell you that. You know, before anything happens between us.”
I pulled her down to me, looking into her moist hazel eyes. “I don’t care about that.”
My tongue drove deep inside her mouth, searching for hers, finding it, tasting it. “You are wearing too many clothes,” I said.
I helped her remove her dress along with the red bra and matching panties. She looked like a Rubenesque Aphrodite, large breasts topped by small pink nipples with hips that just begged you to grab hold of. I took it all in, reveling in her natural beauty.
“I should probably lay off the cupcakes.” She was adorable when she got shy.
“What are you talking about? You are beautiful.” I took her hand and pulled her towards me.
She pouted. “Why am I the only one naked?”
Slipping off my t-shirt and shorts, I stood in front of her, suddenly feeling self-conscious. What was the desirable body type in this time?
“Someone seems to be wide awake.” She grabbed my raging erection.
I shuddered visibly, surprising her. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
“That makes two of us.” She pushed me onto the bed and I fell with her on top, her breasts squishing delightfully into my chest.
“I do not have a condom,” I said.
“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.”
I kissed her neck, my hands wandering down the arch of her back, taking a pit-stop on her beautiful butt-cheeks. Before long, she was gasping and moaning in my ear.
She whispered, “I can’t wait anymore.” In one fluid motion, she straddled me, adjusted her position, and just like that, I was inside her. She was grinding on me now, riding me like a wild horse. I held on to her hips desperately as she bucked and writhed, until she let out a loud yell and came. I let go too, filling her up. She collapsed on top of me, eyes closed, as I hugged her tightly.
“I am so glad you came back. I missed you terribly.” That made her happy and she kissed me. One thing led to another and we went for round two, with me on top. This time we took it slow, enjoying the dance. When it was over, both of us were sweaty and exhausted.
“I’m dirty,” she said.
“Yes, you are.”
“No silly, I mean my body is dirty.”
“It sure is. I want to do all sorts of nasty things to it.”
She pinched my nipple. “What I really mean is that I need to clean up.”
I joined her in the shower, a wet, slippery mess of breasts, butts, and cock, ending with us having to take another shower. We stayed in, ordering room service and not leaving the bed other than for bathroom breaks.
We were at her place the next day, a neat little studio apartment close to her shop.
She had my cock in her mouth when she stopped suddenly. “What happened with your wife?”
“Huh?” I opened my eyes. I had been reciting Richard’s soliloquy from Richard III in my mind so as to not come too soon with all the things she was doing to my cock with her tongue.
“Why didn’t things work out with your ex?”
“We were young, got married too soon. We dragged ourselves kicking and screaming for two years before ending it.”
The days passed too quickly. Here we were, walking the streets of Seattle, eating from food trucks, drinking coffee at her shop, going back to her place to make love. Eat, fuck, repeat.
24 hours to jump.
It was as if someone was speaking through a megaphone into my eardrum. Elena had gone to the shop. I was in her kitchen, making a sandwich, and nearly fell down when the announcement came.
I had completely forgotten that I had to go back. The last few days had been bliss. Being with Elena had been the best thing I had ever done in my life. We were meant to be together, but now everything was ending.
I did not want to leave, but it was inevitable. Recall - the alternative to go willingly would scramble my brain irreversibly and I’d be spending my life in padded walls in Old Brunswick. Not taking the chrono-capsules would do that to you.
What was I going to tell Elena? How could I have been so selfish?
I was pacing nervously when she returned in the evening. I still did not know what to say.
She said, “I got you this,” and held up a gray t-shirt that said ‘I just want to go to Seattle and have coffee.’
“Try it on.” She was so happy that she did not see the pain in my eyes as I slipped out of my shirt.
“On second thoughts, you can try it on later.” She licked my nipple and stroked me through my shorts.
She moaned as I fucked her furiously, angry with myself for allowing things to come to this. I came deep inside her. Maybe she felt something too because she scissored her legs behind my back and didn’t let go.
“That was different, intense. What the matter baby?”
I did not reply.
Two hours to jump.
She persisted. “What happened? Is everything ok?”
I gently pushed her legs away and lay down beside her.
“I have to go.”
“Go where?” She propped herself up on her elbow and ran her fingers up and down my stomach.
“I am going to have to go away and you will never see me again.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Elena, listen. I am from the future. Time travel is a thing.”
She laughed.
“I’m telling the truth.” She saw the look in my face
“What the hell is going on?”
“I’m going to disappear in short while, even though I do not want to.” Tears formed in my eyes.
“You're scaring me now.” She looked panicked.
“There is nothing I can do. There is so much I want to tell you, but we’ll never have time for that.”
“Is this some shitty way of breaking up with me? Why are you doing this to me?” She got up and suddenly went rigid. I caught her before she fell down. Her entire body started shaking, and her breathing became uneven.
I quickly put her down and called 911.
I watched helplessly as she convulsed on the floor. Suddenly she stopped and for a brief moment, her eyes opened and she said, “Go, Sean.” She kept repeating the phrase and started seizing again. I stayed with her as long as I could, before hugging her one, last time.
I ran.
Now (Four Hundred Years Later)
I woke up with a start. A white room. Tubes of strange stuff running into my body. I felt a metallic taste in my mouth. A holopaper of calm seas with the logo of St. Vincent Hospital.
“Elena!” I had figured out something. Had I found out how I could stay back? I desperately racked my brain, but I could not remember.
They discharged me after ten days of pumping me with chrono-inhibitors and a debriefing that lasted for two days. I lied, telling them that I had spent the whole time watching plays and doing research for writing my own ones. No way for them to tell otherwise.
I was exhausted by the time it was all finished. I took a cab back to my place and cried for two days straight. Maybe it was three. I missed her so much. What was she doing now? Was she dead? Did they save her?
I would never know.
Three years later (In the future)
I forgot her smile first. Then her eyes and finally her face. Just a faint memory remained in the distance. They say that time heals all wounds. Not true. Time just helps you forget, and forgetting is not healing. Forgetting leaves a hole in your soul that you cannot fill. The only thing is that the pain becomes bearable after a while.
I wrote a play. About a man who travels back in time and meets his love, only to lose her. It was a big hit - not that I cared. I just wanted to get it out of my system. My agent forced me to attend a live performance at the Roman Amphitheater. One hundred thousand people gave me a standing ovation at the end.
Even the current Ascendant was there. She came up to me, her guards standing at a distance.
“That was so moving,” she said cradling my face in her hands. Beautiful blue eyes mirrored mine.
And then, I finally remembered her.
Elena looking beautiful in her yellow sundress and her straw hat.
Elena laughing at something I had said.
Elena trembling in ecstasy with my finger inside her.
Tears welled in my eyes.
“She forgave you,” the Ascendant said, and I remembered something else - what Elena was telling me at the end.
“Go Ozan.”
Ozan - My real name.
I looked up at the Ascendant.
She smiled a resplendent smile and said, “Goodbye, grandfather.”
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