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The cell door closed with a frightening finality. Vinci thought that he shouldn’t call it a cell since it had no resemblance to a Twenty-First Century jail cell, but the feeling was the same. He was confused as to why he was being held and hoped tomorrow would bring some enlightenment, as it did when he experienced the jail in the past. It was a shock to be back home after nearly a year lost in time. He never thought he would be returning, not after everything, but even though he was never meant to travel back to 2020, he did his best to stick to the rules about time travel. He thought back to when all this began. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, it was just a test, a simple systems test…
The first thought that went through his mind was “Oh my god, it worked!” The second thought was “Oh, fark! It worked!” It wasn’t supposed to be active, the flash of light surprised him. He mentally freaked out quite a bit when everything crashed down on him as he realized something went horribly wrong. “I’m not supposed to be here,” was another thought, followed closely with “How the fark am I going to get back?”
Vinci knew he was in trouble, he was totally unprepared to be here. He stepped away from a brick wall in the short alleyway and glanced toward the whitish hard surface separating him from the roadway just a few feet away. He saw the old fashioned mobile autos, but then realized they weren’t old-fashioned, not just yet. He knew intellectually that was the case, but he kept looking at things from the point of view of his time, not the time he found himself in. Personal mobile autos were almost unheard of. Then he realized they weren’t mobile autos, but ‘automobiles’, “I have to remember the correct terminology!”. They were actually under the control of someone sitting in the front rather than an automated system, which struck Vinci as more than a little dangerous.
“They must have farked all over themselves when I disappeared. No briefing, no preparation, not even any of this time period’s currency. Just me, a multitool, and a simple hand-comp which was programmed for maintenance, not history. I need to think!”
That set the stage for the next several days. Vinci started looking less like the technic he was and more like a Twenty-First Century homeless person as he all but camped out next to his entry point, hoping the exit would appear. But he knew without the right equipment, they might never be able to find him for retrieval. It was a forlorn hope, but it was the only one he had.
As he looked more and more disreputable, the strangest thing happened, people walking past him started giving him money. He didn’t understand the phenomenon, but he couldn’t complain. It enabled him to eat at a small eatic around the corner from his wall. He kept thinking about his situation and realized he knew more than he thought he did about this time period. He had picked up a great deal simply by being on the periphery of the traveler briefings. He understood most of the rules.
He knew there were rules about traveling back in time, just like everything else. But unlike other rules, these were because traveling through time was dangerous, the so-called ‘Butterfly Effect’ named after a story from an even earlier time than he found himself. No one knew how true it might be because there was no way to check and see, but everyone was afraid of changing the future, so it was the most hard and fast rule for all travelers.
The paramount rule was you could not interfere with the time stream. It always sounded counter-intuitive to Vinci, since just traveling back would have some impact. But the idea was to minimize any impact. Traveling back was for study and historical purposes, especially after the ‘Time of Troubles’ in the latter half of the Twenty-First Century. The Archeologic Institute kept time travel a secret so they could re-learn all the missing history and knowledge from the time periods before the Troubles without running the risk of changing the present. So much had been lost in the civil unrest and major conflicts of that period which made the risk worthwhile, at least to the historics and archeologics who ran the program.
Vinci did know some history, mostly leftover from his own education, so he knew he probably wouldn’t get caught in the Troubles, that wouldn’t really start for another fifty or so years in the future. Yes, much of the groundwork was laid in these decades with the election of a couple of the worst leaders in known history. If rescue never materialized, he knew he might live long enough to see it, but the odds were against it with this century’s primitive medicintic. He also knew most of the other rules, like: minimize interaction with the people of the time period, use their reference places quietly, watch lots of their video transmissions and capture what you could on your hand-comp to bring back. Most of the other travelers referred to it as ‘being ghostic’, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible.
“Although I’m not sure that’s even possible for me!” Vinci thought as he compared his predicament with most travelers, who were here for one week or so at a time and their hand-comp would send a specific signal, using tech Vinci didn’t have. The tech that would let home know they were ready to come back. There was significant training and briefings on the specific time periods involved, training and briefings Vinci didn’t have either — after all, he was a technic, not a historic.
Like most of the members of the Institute, Vinci had seen several post-trip-briefs and thought those people were the bravest ever. “I mean imagine traveling back to a time where you really only had your wits to guide you.” He knew not every traveler made it back, especially those who went further back in time, but most did safely, enough returned to continue the project despite the risks.
Vinci spent most of each day huddled against the wall, hoping the doorway back home would appear, but after a month, it hadn’t and he was rapidly losing hope, so he started planning for survival. He thought briefly that maybe his best bet to protect the timeline was to commit suicide, but he didn’t entertain that thought for very long. He had managed to collect a few things, including a large box to sleep in, apparently being homeless was a common enough condition that no one seemed to comment on it much. There was the occasional “Get a job!” from some of the passerby's, but most people ignored him, except for the few that gave him some money, usually coinage, a new experience for one who had never held physical currency before. But it did mean he could eat something every day or two at that eatic.
That was when he got a lucky break. The cook of the eatic was a large fellow who also owned it, well if you listened to him, he and a bank-owned it. It took Vinci a few listenings to understand what a ‘bank’ was, but he got the idea. The eatic employed several servers, a second cook for the late hours, and two that were called busboys, which confused Vinci at first because it was an eatic not a method of transportic.
But, like a trained traveler, he didn’t ask many questions, hoping not to reveal his ignorance nor make himself memorable in any way. One of the busboys got broken? Or at least that’s what Vinci thought ‘busted’ meant. No one seemed too heartbroken about it, unlike his own time when a co-worker got hurt. But in any event, Vinci saw the two servers working hard and getting behind between taking orders, delivering food, and also clearing and cleaning tables. When he realized this, he simply stood up and started helping.
He didn’t think anything of it, because that’s how things worked when he was from. You lent a hand without making a big deal about it. The servers seemed to appreciate the assistance, so he stuck around until near closing more because it was better than sitting against a brick wall and losing more hope. As the eatic closed, one of the servers pressed some money into his hands, “Thank you, we were a little short-handed.” He was tempted not to take it, but the look on her face told him to refuse would break the rules about ghosticing.
“Thank you, but I was only trying to help,” as he accepted the money with some reluctance.
“Listen, I talked to Darryl,“ giving a nod toward the cook who was watching them. “Our other busboy got busted and if you want it, Darryl will let you do this every day. You’ll work for a share of the tips and it’s all under the table, but we are usually busy enough that it would not just help us, but I think to help you out as well.”
Vinci thought about it and figured being such a menial laborer wouldn’t stretch the rules too badly, although if it was ‘under-the-table’ why was she just handing him money above the table? “This place is really confusing,” he thought for about the millionth time since his arrival.
“I would appreciate that,” he finally said, and the server smiled at him, more than a perfunctory service-with-a-smile look she gave most of the customers. He realized that he hadn’t ever seen such a lovely smile, then shook himself and remembered the rules!
She held out a hand, “I’m Marley, that’s Darryl, and Katerine just left. Marco is the other busboy who works in the mornings before school. Come by about eleven tomorrow and you can work.” She nodded at the handful of bills she had given him, “you’ll easily double that each day.”
He shook her hand, “Vinci, and thanks again.”
“Vinci? I like that!” She smiled again, giving him a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. Her smile was both sweet and oddly familiar.
The job, such as it was, enabled some welcome changes. Some were required after he was arrested for something called ‘vagrancy’. Lucking one of the servers saw him being taken away and between Katerine, Marley, and Darryl, they convinced an ajudic that he was gainfully employed at the ‘diner’, which he learned was the proper term. His night in the cell was actually more comfortable than his box, even if he shared it with several other people.
Since sitting by the wall didn’t seem to have much of a future, Vinci moved in with Marco, sharing a small flat not far from the ‘diner’. The biggest change was access to a shower, although the mechanism almost defeated him the first time he tried to activate it verbally. He and Marco got along okay, they didn’t really see much of each other most days. Marco would be up early and do mornings at the diner and then he would be off to school by the time Vinci showed up for the lunch and dinner shifts. By the time he got home most nights, Marco was already in bed. Friday and Saturday nights were overly busy, Marco would come in for some extra work. If things were slow, he would go out to a party, only he referred to it as ‘going out to party’. Vinci shook his head about how someone could be invited to a party nearly every weekend and an invitation never came in the mail. “Confusing, simply confusing,” was a constant thought.
The only time Vinci didn’t really like was after the lunch rush and before the dinner crowd, there was a lot of downtime. Which meant he, Darryl, the other cook who talked so low Vinci never got his name, and the servers had time to catch their breath and socialize while prepping for the next food rush. Which also meant getting peppered by questions mainly from an inquisitive Marley. Vinci found himself created a fiction for himself. He tried to keep it as vague as possible, but Marley wouldn’t take vague answers and kept after him for details. Vinci came to enjoy the attention but hated the questioning. It wasn’t that Marley was really pestering him, she was simply a naturally inquisitive person.
Six months had gone by and Vinci found himself thinking less and less of where he came from and more and more where he was going, which was still so up in the air. Marco graduated and left the area and Vinci managed to keep up the rent by working more hours at the diner. It was hard work, but Darryl really liked the fact he could fix many of the things that broke. He missed using his own multitool, but if anyone saw the tool head change based on need, they might start asking more questions than he could answer. It wasn’t easy at first to remember to change tools as you worked, but he got used to it. After he repaired the stove and cooling unit a couple of times, Darryl actually paid him for it, still ‘under-the-table’ which he finally understood meant not reporting the income or paying taxes which was perfectly fine with Vinci.
One evening Marley walked with him home. Actually she had walked with him to his home and when he realized she was going to have to walk much further for her home, he did what anyone in his time period would do, he walked with her to her door. She kissed him on the cheek and he stood there for several moments after she went in. That became a ritual quite often. Each time Vinci would have to remind himself forcibly about the rules! But he couldn’t explain that to Marley.
She started showing up at his flat and they would walk to work together. One day she suggested staying with him so they could just go to work together in the morning. Vinci didn’t think anything much about it, after all, it made perfectly logical sense.
When Marley came into his small bedroom, he really was surprised! People from his time simply didn’t do that, not after the sexually transmitted diseases that had run rampant after the Troubles. It was another thing he couldn’t explain to Marley and it was more than the rules, he didn’t want her to leave. He didn’t understand the feeling, but he knew her leaving the room would be the wrong thing. As she slowly entered the room, the lights from the street were bright enough for him to realize she was naked, he was at a loss for words.
“I know you are shy, but I don’t care.” She slipped in-between his sheets and pressed against him, his hands held her waist, touching someone else’s naked skin for the first time ever. He felt his own body responding as his mind told him all the bad things that could happen, but none of it came out of his mouth. The habit of not talking much had become ingrained.
Marley pushed him down and fished him out of his bottoms and took him in her mouth. Vinci couldn’t describe the sensation, there were no words for what she was doing. What little he had learned hadn’t prepared him for this. He felt himself get hard, harder than ever and, without warning, he came.
Marley choked a bit, and when she looked back up at him, she admonished him, “Give a girl a little warning next time.” He felt more than a little ashamed, but her face was simply amazing to look at. She had some of his cum on her cheek and hand and suddenly he understood a word that had been used often around him, ‘Sexy!’ It made sense because the feelings running through him were feelings he never realized he could have. Mating in the future was a much private affair and only after a battery of medical tests. The idea of losing your virginity before your mid-twenties was almost unheard of. It wasn’t a cultural or religious thing, but a medical one because of the Troubles and the aftermath.
She looked thoughtful like she had figured something out about Vinci, but she didn’t say anything. She simply took gentle control and guided him down on her. She encouraged him more with touches than words, but he got the messages easily enough. He was so hesitant, which confirmed her thoughts, she had realized Vinci was a virgin! Part of her was shocked, but when she thought about it, it made sense. Homeless at his age, even though he was obviously well-educated. When would he have time to spend with women?
“It’s okay, just do what I did to you. You’ll know what I like by how I react.”
He looked confused, but her smile made everything alright. In the darkness, he could barely see anything, but as he touched her and felt her move. The velvety feel of her skin on the inside of her thighs was incredible, so smooth and so warm. When he got higher, he could feel the heat pulsing. He wished there was more light to see, but touching held a magic all its own. She was slick and wet and the multitude of folds strange to the touch. Sexual education of his time gave him a small basis of knowledge, but the first time he heard her inhale sharply he pulled away.
She grabbed his hand, “No, Vin, that just shows how much I liked what you were doing. Don’t stop.”
He went back and tried to find that spot again, only she felt wetter than before. He learned there were many spots that made her react, some slight, others much stronger. Then she got verbally instructive with him, telling him what to do and in a few minutes she orgasmed. The dry descriptions he had learned years ago paled when examined side-by-side to what it felt like for him. Her whole body shook as she cried out and her grip on his hand tightened to the point he thought she would hurt herself or him.
As she calmed down, she took his hand and licked and sucked her own juices off. He felt he should have been repelled, but what he could see and all that he felt made those thoughts fall away into nothingness. She felt him and guided him into her while they laid side by side, she hitched one leg over his hip.
“Now go slow, we aren’t in a rush, we have all night.” She guided him with those words and her warm hands as he got his first lesson in making love. One last time he thought about sex in his own time and realized there was something lost in the interval. He briefly wondered if coupling in the future, behind those closed doors, felt as incredible and then realized he didn’t care. He was a man of this century, Marley made him so that night in so many ways.
After that, the two were inseparable. They worked together, he learned more about this world than he thought anyone from the future would ever know. He thought dipping your toes in a few days of the past wasn’t nearly enough. Reading periodical in the libratic – no, library was the right term, wasn’t enough to give you a sense of the world of today. Watching the broadcast and online media only gave you a partial picture, and a very uneven one depending on which sources you frequented. The politics of the time were so incredibly confusing and matched little of what he knew the future thought of this time period. While much was laid at the feet of the two disastrous elected officials, the reality was much messier than that. He sometimes wished he could go back and try and straighten out all those conflicting viewpoints. At that moment, he fully understood the danger and temptation of time travel, and all the warnings the travelers were taught. To go back further and change what he knew was coming wouldn’t necessarily make things better, just different, and potentially worse.
Even as the idea of ‘fixing’ the future occurred to him, he would take one look at Marley and nothing else mattered. He even told her his story, not the full version, but couched it as a science fiction story, Marley loved it and was encouraging him to write it down and maybe sell it. That is, until one day about six weeks later.
He was walking to the diner, after stretching his legs between lunch and dinner when suddenly an arm reached out from a plain brick wall and yanked him through. As he passed he realized he was just around the corner from where he had entered this century.
After a brief disorientation, he found himself back at the Institute. The dull gray color of most of the equipment looked so boring after the color of the streets and buildings of what he had come to consider to be his home.
“Marley!” was the first thing he said. But what was unexpected was what happened next.
“She did well, Vinci, very well.” He looked up into the eyes of someone he had never met, but whose picture adorned the entryway of the Institute, Profess DaVin, the directic of the Institute and a direct descendent of the inventor of time travel.
“Profess …” Vinci started to say something else, but the Proftic stopped him.
“You are more confused now than you were when you went back. We’ll explain everything shortly. For now, we historics have some work to do and see how your unexpected journey might have impacted our own time.”
On that note, he was escorted to his ‘cell’, actually a comfortable bedroom with a cateric unit for refreshment. He didn’t want to sleep of be ‘refreshed’, he wanted to go back to Marey! If for nothing else, to say goodbye.
After several hours, he did fall into a restless sleep, and in the morning, or at least what he thought was morning, he showered and depilated the way he used to. If felt strange to talk to the devices again, and even found himself looking for a switch on the depilator. He sat in the rooms only chair and hoped for things he realized would never happen.
The door suddenly opened and the Proftic entered alone. She looked tired. Instead of asking him questions about his travel, she sat on the corner of the bed and simply smiled at him in a strange way.
“Good morrow, Grandfather.”
“Grand . . .”
“Yes, you are my Great-Great-Great-Great … and a few more Greats … Grandfather. Marley was pregnant when we brought you home.”
“Oh my god!”
“That must be one of the expressions you picked up. We never knew exactly how long you would be there.”
“You knew?” Vinci sounded as shaken as he felt.
“Let me tell you a story. When we realized you made the travel, we panicked a bit. But some of the more sensical of us realized that you were supposed to go.”
Vinci looked even more confused and also upset that he left a child in the past.
The Profess continued, “Just listen for a while. Marley saw you exiting and realized the story you had told her was true and you were from a different time. She really was a remarkable lady and self-educated herself in a number of sciences. You might not recognize her picture, but she invented the theories behind time travel.”
Vinci shook his head, “No that wasn’t Marley, that was …,” He paused as he remembered the name of the scientist whose picture hung on the wall right next to the Profess’s. “Marlene Dieter-Vinc!”
“Yes. Marlene Dieterhouse changed her name after the birth of her daughter and took part of the father’s name, your name. She wanted her daughter to know she had a father even if he wasn’t around anymore. We don’t know exactly what she told her daughter, Vina, but her daughter continued her work, only this time she got the education Marley lacked. Several generations later, after the Troubles, your family invented the system you were maintaining.”
“At first, we didn’t know it was you, after all, her story was a closely held secret here in the Institute. There have been a number of Vinci’s over the years and we stopped expecting to see any make the trip. But when you disappeared through the portal, a few of us realized what was happening. We didn’t know what would happen since we only had an idea of the past, but we had her story and the stories of your descendants archived against the possibility.”
Vinci sat there and did something uncharacteristic, he cried. It was silent, tears were running down his face as his shoulder gently shook. He realized there was no going back, no matter how he longed to do so. So much has happened, there was no way he was going to be able to go back to Marley. Too much would change if it was even possible.
The Profess sat there and let him work through it. After a while, she seemed to know the time was right and pulled something from her jacket pocket. If was obviously old and quite yellow.
“Marley wrote this and in her will wanted her daughter to never read it, but to pass it on until one day it would make it to your hands. Our history records that she wrote it shortly before she passed away. Come join me after you read it, we do have a lot to talk about.”
Vinci turned the envelope over in his hands, being very gentle with it. It wasn’t thick, but there was some writing on the front. It simply said ‘Vinci’ in a handwriting he knew so well. He carefully opened it and slid out several folded pieces of paper and two images on plastic. One he recognized immediately as Marley as he knew her. He even recognized the image, he had taken it himself. She was smiling shyly in that way that always touched his heart.
He stared at it for a long time, wanted so much to touch her face and brush her hair as he did after taking the image. The second one was actually several images arranged in a collage. The first was a small baby, a toddler, a teen, and finally a lovely young lady. He didn’t need the note to realize he was looking at his own daughter, he and Marley’s daughter.
It took a while before he could bring himself to read the letter. He unfolded it with great care knowing how fragile it must be.
Dearest Vinci,
If you are reading this, then I know my life’s work has not been in vain. I started it to be able to find you again and when I knew that wasn’t going to happen, I simply kept working at it to be able to send this note to you. I imagine from your point of view it’s only been a short while since we were together. For me, it’s been many years. I have to tell you first of all that I love you! I know we didn’t use those words often, but you were the first man who looked at me, not as a waitress, but as a partner. You treated me not just with love, but respect as a person. You have no idea how rare that was when we met. You became a large part of my life and when I saw you disappear through that wall, I was shocked more than I can tell you.
I ran to the wall and beat on it hoping the doorway you passed through would let me in, but I learned it was not to be. I resigned myself to losing you, then I learned I was pregnant. Your daughter is amazing! She is smart and funny and became the light of my life. I don’t know if anyone remembers me, but I made sure your daughter knew you. If you are reading this then I know I had some success.
I need you to know how much you meant to me, to us. We weren’t together very long, but what we shared has kept me warm many a night with such loving memories. I know you still have the rest of your life in front of you and I truly hope you find happiness like what we shared. Don’t let yourself be mired in the past.
We cannot change what happened, and at this time in my life, I realize I wouldn’t want to. You gave me such a gift in your love and in our daughter, I can never change that. You were, no, you are the love of my life and as my life nears one end, I know I will see you again if the universe allows.
You loving wife,
Marley
Vinci looked stunned, he choked up at the word ‘wife’. He knew it was an archaic reference for the future, but he also knew what it meant for him. Marley, the wonderful, funny, and apparently brilliant Marley was his wife! He was torn between celebrating and mourning her.
He found looking at the picture of their daughter helped so much. He left the room and found the Profess thumbing through a large book.
“You might want to read this, your daughter’s autobiography.”
He took the book reverently, “Thank you, Granddaughter!” He smiled at her and when she smiled back Vinci realized why Marley’s smile was oddly familiar.
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