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found on a hard disc backup from 1989 or so.. I probably got it a few
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years before...
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Rob.
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TIME BEETLE
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Originally by Paul Farah
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Recreated from memory by Jim Frost (with modifications)
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I knew it was going to be one of those days from the moment I
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woke up. You see, my alarm clock was making an odd ringing noise
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instead of its normal soft music. What I didn't know was just how bad
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the day would be.
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I left my house for work at about 8:15am, which was about
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normal. I hopped into my rather antiquated VW Bug and putted along to
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work. The day went smoothly enough. I only thought about how much
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I hated my job for 6 hours instead of eight, since the first floor
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caught fire at about 3pm and we were evacuated, allowing me to go home
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two hours early.
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As I drove into my driveway, things began to get weird. My VW
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was parked where I always park it. The problem is, I was DRIVING my
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bug. I parked beside my VW and hopped out. My curiousity was at a
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dangerous level. I opened the door to the other vw, and climbed in.
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Why not? It's MY car, even if my car was parked beside it. But the
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dashboard was like a science fiction movie gone wild. There were
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knobs, dials, and other gadgets everywhere. Completely engrossed, I
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began looking around the car. Finally, I found a small booklet. I
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began to read it.
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Thank you for purchasing the VWT101 Time Beetle. You
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have made a fine choice. The VWT101 is cabable of both
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temporal and spatial displacement, using dihydrogen oxide
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for fuel. Spatial movement is accomplished using normal
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frictional methods. The methods used for temporal move-
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ment, however, have been significantly improved since
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the VW100 was introduced. Among the enhancements are ....
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>From there on in, it got too technical for me, and I skipped over to
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the section entitled "simple operating instructions".
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To undergo temporal movement, you should first fasten
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your seatbelt.
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Sure, everyone knows that. Bumpy stuff, time traveling.
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Then, set your intended temporal destination using the
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panel marked "temporal destination."
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I looked around. Yup, there it was. Right about where the radio
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should be. I wondered where the radio was, but never did find it.
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Temporal displacement is measured using the normal
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calendar, although this is not accurate for all time
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frames. When setting the day, the display will auto-
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matically skip those periods which cannot be reached
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(such as September 3 through 13, 1752). When the
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temporal destination has been set, start the VWT101
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and push the button marked "displace." The time spent
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in travel is proportional to the length of the dis-
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placement, but should not last more than a few seconds
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for jumps of up to a million years.
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For additional information on temporal displacement,
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please see "Rules and Regulations on the Use of
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Temporal Vehicles", which may be obtained from any
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government office or licensing bureau.
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Fine. I now own a time machine. What in hell do I do with a time
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machine? My mind was buzzing. Of course! Go for a trip. I wondered
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how much fuel the thing had left, but finally gave up on trying to
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check, since the thing used water anyway and I could probably come up
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with more water if I needed it.
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Where should I go? How about to my own birthday, in the year
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2050? Why not. So I set the thing to November 15, 2050, and sat back
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for a second before hitting the panic button.
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"HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"
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I nearly jumped clean out of my skin. I was looking at myself
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through the window. What's more, I was screaming at myself. This was
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too much. I snapped on the ignition (the thing used a key, and the
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key was still there), noted that it ran about as loudly as my normal
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car, and slammed it into reverse.
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"Come back here!" yelled the other me. He was now behind me,
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waving his arms and yelling frantically. Still shook up, I kept the
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thing floored for about two blocks. Finally slowing down, I
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remembered about the time travel part of this car. I hit the button.
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Nothing happened.
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Well, really lots of things happened, but the trip was wholly
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uneventful. No noise. No flashy lights. Nothing. Disappointing,
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after all the movies I'd seen.
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The scenery was much more interesting. In an instant, the
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road had been transformed into a parking lot. There were tall
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buildings all around me. Directly in front of me was a lot with a
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dirty sign, which read "used cars."
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I climbed out of my car and began looking around. The general
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state of things was disarray. There weren't a lot of people around,
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and they all ignored me. They weren't dressed particularly strangely,
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though this one girls had a suit with a hole.... Hmm. Have to go out
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with her someday.
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Unimpressed with the future, I hopped back in the car. I
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reset the temporal thingy to 5pm the day I had left, and hit the
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button. Things looked normal once again. I drove back to my house
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and pulled into the driveway. There were no cars here. Becoming
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distressed, I got out and began looking around. As I walked around
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the garage, I heard a car drive up. Not thinking anything of it, I
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kept looking around. Everything looked all right. I came around the
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garage and saw two VW's. Someone was in my VW! I ran up to the
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window and screamed, "HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Then I
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noticed that I was in the car. The me in the car looked very
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startled, quickly started the car, and took off down the street. I
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tried telling myself to stop the car, but it was no use. Upset, I
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turned around and saw myself.
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This was getting to be too much. "Are you me?" I asked.
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"Yes," I replied. "What is going on?" I asked. "I'm not quite sure
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myself," was my response. I was very confused at this point, and the
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world began to spin. Things went black.
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I woke up inside the garage. About an hour had passed. I
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opened the door and looked out. Two VW's were parked there. After
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looking inside, I figured out which one was the time travelling
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beetle. I climbed in again, drove around the corner, and sat for a
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minute to think. This all made no sense. Where did the car come
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from? Since no answers came to mind, I dropped the question. I was
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hungry now. Supper would have been at about 5:30. Suddenly, a bright
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idea hit me. I set the temporal displacement gauge for 5:30, and
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pushed the button. The I got out of the car and walked home. I have
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no I dea why I didn't drive home (or even why I drove around the
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corner in the first place). Walking up to the house, I saw two VW
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bugs. Someone was in one of them, and another person suddenly ran up
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to it and screamed something unintelligible. The vw started up,
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screeched out of the driveway, and screamed off down the street. The
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person who had been screaming at the car turned around as I cam up to
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him.
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He was me again. "Are you me?" he asked. "Yes," I replied
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to myself. "What is going on?" he asked. "I'm not quite sure
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myself," I replied. He went suddenly white and passed out.
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I dragged myself into the garage. Then I left, walking around
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the corner to where I'd left the car. I drove the car back, put it in
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the driveway next to the other car, and went inside to eat. I really
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was hungry. A little while later, I heard a car start up. Busy
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eating, I neglected to look outside. I didn't want to know if I'd be
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out there. When I got up the next morning, only my normal car was
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parked in the driveway.
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I guessed that it had all been a dream. I jumped into my car
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and drove off to work. But I had work off -- the building had been
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cordoned off. It seems there had been a fire....
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%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
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- Jim Frost * The Madd Hacker -
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"Oh beer, oh beer." -- Me | [=(BEER) <- Bud the Beer (cheers!)
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