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Underground eXperts United
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Presents...
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[ Eternal Life ] [ By The GNN ]
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"ETERNAL LIFE"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
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Dedicated to Phearless -
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the man who will never accept the fact
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that movement is impossible
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A fully working time machine. Charles took another walk around it,
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feeling its cold shiny shell with his hand. He could see his own
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face on it, reflecting from the metal.
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"This is my ticket to the Nobel Prize..."
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His workshop during the last two years had been his own garage. His wife
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had complained (as usual). She didn't want to park the car on the lawn.
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As if THAT was some kind of problem? He was creating a incredible machine
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and she came dragging with nonsense.
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"And whatthehell is that stupid thing you are working on, anyway? Looks
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like an atomic bomb! Don't tell me you have read The Terrorists Handbook,
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AGAIN?"
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To stop the discussion, he did as he always did; he threw her out and closed
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the door to the garage. Then he worked, worked and worked. He bought
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materials in the local supermarket or ordered the more hi-tech equipment
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from amateur radio stores. Days and nights. No sleep. Little food (often
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given to him on a plate together with the latest bills. He ate the food
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and used the bills to warm up the garage in the winters).
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He didn't remember exactly when he got the idea. Actually, he had forgotten
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WHY he got the idea a long time ago. It was so simple...anyone could do it.
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But he had just done it. The metallic capsule in front of him in the
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cold garage was the proof.
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"Incredible...", he whispered with a smile.
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He opened the door to the garage and ran to the house in a sudden need of
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showing his masterpiece to someone. Even if it had to be his wife. The sun
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shined on him and the birds sang. This was HIS day!
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But when he reached the door something struck him. What would happen if
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it didn't work? He had not thought about that. It could lead to disaster!
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Imagine if it just said "cough" and then nothing happened. Imagine if
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he actually HAD constructed a atomic bomb without knowing about it!
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"Maybe I'm a victim of russian brain-washing!"
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He turned around and ran back into the garage. He locked the door and
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looked at his construction again, with sweat dripping from his head.
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"I must do a test drive", he thought.
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It was easy to operate the machine. You just had to push a button on
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the outside, step inside, close the door and select a year. A short
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moment of waiting and then - woosh! Back to the past! His first
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problem was what year to select. Last year? Last decade? He thought
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for a while and decided to go back one year and watch himself building
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the machine.
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The machine landed on the lawn outside his garage. He heard himself
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working inside the garage, throwing metal pieces on the walls and screaming
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"heureka!" all the time. Then he saw his wife. She sat in the car beside him
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and tried to start it. Strange. She didn't see him standing on the lawn with
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the machine.
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"Maybe she doesn't recognize me!"
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Then he almost banged his head to the wall in anger and understanding.
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How could he be so stupid! Of course she couldn't see him! He was a man
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of the future, just visiting the past. He was invisible to everyone in
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this time. Which meant that all objects around him must be abstract
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things. He took a great step into the garage wall and almost knocked
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himself unconscious.
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"A true miscalculation!", he said while laying on his back on the lawn.
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He decided to leave. He could go back another time to watch himself
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build the machine instead of doing a lot of mistakes now. He could die
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in this time! Then no one would see or understand his work. Except
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for his wife then, she would probably understand. She could operate
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it and tell the world. She could be famous. He decided to return quickly.
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Charles had done another miscalculation. A few minutes after he had left
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his present time, his wife entered the garage with an axe. She called
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his name sweetly but he didn't answer. He had a good reason tough. He was
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in another time. But she didn't know about that. She raised the axe and
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turned the time machine into a pile of worthless dust.
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"It's gone! FINALLY! BACK TO A NORMAL FUCKING LIFE!"
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Charles life would never turn normal again. His body tried to enter the
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present time but couldn't find any door. The machine exploded in the
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space of time due to overload. So did his body. Everything exploded in
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the space of time and disappeared forever. Charles himself, came screaming
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out from a hole in the space and landed on the roof of his garage.
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Something had gone wrong. He looked around and saw his wife walk away
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with a axe in her hands, laughing. He jumped down and rushed to the door.
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After dozens of tries he discovered that he couldn't open it.
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He had no hands. He didn't even have a body!
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He accepted the facts after a few hours. He wasn't longer alive. He
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was just a spirit floating around in the present time. His body and
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the machine was gone. Only his mind was left. He cheered himself up
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by thinking that it could have been worse. Now he could do things
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he always wanted to do. He could go to the cinema for free. He could
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sneak into other peoples bedroom at night. No one would ever notice
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him again.
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Years passed. He flew all around the world and saw new generations
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come to life. Cultures, music, food. He saw it all and cried to the
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silence "Touch it! Please, let me touch it!". But he could never do
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that again. He danced on the clouds. He dived in the seven seas.
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Decades and thousands of years passed. He saw countries fight and
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die. He saw the pollution kill the human being. Life returned however,
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but not until six millions years later. He saw it all.
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He got tired of planet earth. Space screamed "Explore me!" in his mind.
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Planets, moons and The Milky Way. Everything was his. He watched suns
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explode and die. Black holes took him to other places where no man ever
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had gone before. In his mind, only one thing echoed; "Will I ever die?".
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The Big Crunch came. The entire universe changed direction. Billions
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of years later, everything was only a big ball. After a few billion
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years more, it was time. Another universe was about to be born. He had
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solved all the mathematical problems while waiting. The ball started to
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implode and then it exploded. Tears fell in his mind.
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Voices. He suddenly heard voices. He looked around. Nothing. Then he
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heard it again. He started to move closer to the sound. After a while
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he heard the voices all around him.
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"What an explosion guys! Now we only got to wait a couple of
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billion billion years more to the next time!"
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"Very funny! What do you say? Should we wait here or move to a better
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place to see it?"
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Laughter. Then someone suddenly talked directly into his mind.
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"Hey! There's someone else here! Who are you?"
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What should he do? He concentrated hard.
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"I'm Charles Wilson. Who are you?"
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A chorus of hellos and greetings welcomed him. They never seemed to
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stop. Different voices, different languages. But it didn't matter,
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he understood all of it. The voice that called him the first time
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talked to him again.
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"Welcome to our crowd, Charles! Strange that you haven't met us
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before! We have been around here in deep space for quite a while!"
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He knew the question was stupid but he had to ask.
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"Are you lost souls, like me?"
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He heard laughter again.
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"No", the voice answered. "We are just old time-machine constructors!"
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///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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Call INFO ADDICT - Home of Underground eXperts United +46-###-####
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I would like to get in touch with other textfile writers around the globe.
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Mail me a letter: THE GNN, P.O.BOX 5, 79023 SVARDSJO, SWEDEN.
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