Tales from the Magitech Lounge
Chapter One
Call me Jack. Most people do.
I started out as a time traveler, but I had to give it up. Not only is it
illegal, but it's dangerous to the continuum. One cannot go around creating new
universes willy-nilly, and that's the most probable result of time travel.
I became a time traveler completely by accident, stumbling across what I assumed
to be a unique device while exploring some ancient ruins in South America. The
device had apparently been left there by another time traveler, whom, I'm sure,
wasn't thrilled when I accidentally hijacked it.
Unlike many such devices, this particular gadget, which looked a lot like a
small pyramid crafted out of blue glass, could cross both time and space with
equal efficiency. It dumped me in the American West in the year 1884.
That was the first of many stops and it's possible I'll share them with you at a
later date. But this particular story is not so much about my travels as it is
about how my travels ended, and how I ended up where I am today.
The year is 2260. The place, San Francisco, California, in the former ... read full excerpt from: Tales from the Magitech Lounge ebook
