"History is written by the victors." Quoted by Winston Churchill. Can history be written by the victors or can history be written by lairs? Over the history of time, there's history that is written in time that shows events that changed mankind by politics, tradition, even cultural. If anything is possible to change history, would it stay the same or overturn? Any history event or time is possible to be inverted for different outcomes or repeat itself. The CEO of Mason Industries by the name of Connor Mason invited two time machines, before leading to debit and one of them was stolen. However, with a team that was hired by Mason himself was able to recover the stolen time machine. Now, let's imagine if we are able to travel back in time or see creatures from the animated world.
By the same man who invited the time machines, started a new project of building another time machine that sends people to the animated or any universe of their choice. You'll probably think building a universal time machine that sends people to the other side of the world based from a video game, TV series, movies, book, comic books. You could name more! Like if you were in The Magic Tree House book series, however finding any movie or TV series in the tree house, you could simply say "I wish to go there.". All the sudden, you'll be warped to any universe and voila! When it was first released, many consumers started to use the new time machine and profited Mason Industries that led them out of their debts and went sky rocketed in profit. In secret, Connor Mason started a new project of a time machine that he used the money from the sales. Bringing a character from the animated world into our world!
Despite of numerous test fails, he wasn't going to give up, as a Walt Disney quote keeps going to Mason's head, "Keep Moving Forward...". After his fail attempts, he manages to complete the newly time machine. However, the celebration was short lived. A group of dissidents continues to challenge Mason Industries, alike the same culprits that stole the time machine and attempt to rewrite history. A group of armed culprits raided the Industries, killed most of the scientists and researchers, including Connor Mason. With the newly made time machine in their hands, they continued to press on how to use and secretly allying with individuals from history or the alternate universe. Since the culprits dispersed after the terrorist attack, many citizens forgot about the attack. However, it is still unknown to this present day what they're really planning to do.
Now... enough of the story's opening, this story is about me. Alex Wayne. I'm currently living in the present day in California in the United States of America. By the time when Connor Mason passed, California was the most single largest population in the states. Despite of the poverty, failure of our politicians continued to battle keg over our president's leadership or even what the state needs or want the most. Most of the people wanted to escape the reality, as most people wanted to avoid our current reality. I'm even one of them. However, since growing in the middle class, as I continued to work my way in college to pursue my dreams to be a historian. Currently, I'm held in my dead in job working at retail to make my living, as customers continued to rant and demand to get their ways that include money, changes in store's policy, even trying to exchange to get what they want. Every day after working in the morning, I would end up heading to my state's university from there, I study history mostly American History. Ever since I was a young boy, I was wanted to learn about our country's history, at the same time; my pastimes would watch movies that I continued to collect and watch sometimes, watch my favorite shows: like Watership Down, Family Matters, Family Guy, Yu-Gi-Oh!, and also most surprisingly, as people would scratch their heads even give me looks, if I shared it with anybody is The Apprentice. Besides of movies and TV shows, I would read history books and my final biggest pastime was gaming. If I was on any of my days off from work and not schedule for a class on that day, I would game out like Call of Duty. I would most times play online team deathmatch, or even come across with one of my studying and co-worker of mine, named Jon.
Jon is mainly my friend, or real friend... period. Although we have differences on what we talk, but we would see each other at work, studied together at the university or mostly online on Call of Duty. One night, before our big event in our university, we were playing Black Ops 4 online and discussed about our big day.
"Man, I can't wait for you to see this time machine Alex!" Jon voice came from our voice-chat.
"I suppose." I said little anxiously, despite when I first heard of about the time machine's exhibition.
"Come on, man. You seemed thrilled, as if you wanted to peek inside the machine." he tried to lift my spirits up.
"I know, but they'll be those guys there. I just don't want to make myself the laughing stock, because who I am." I said, as the usual bullies would be along with the exhibition.
"Yeah I know, we'll try to avoid them much as possible." Jon said.
I shook my head, as I managed to get my game winning kill.
"Nice shot." Jon complimented.
"Thanks." I thanked him.
"Alright, I'll be in bed. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Jon." I said, as the screen got to the game lobby.
I turned off my TV and the PS4, and headed to bed. As I was heading to bed, I continued to hear the chats of my cousins, my brother, and my father outside in the garage shooting darts, while doing their usual stuff that I rather not say. When I got on my bed, I continued to hear their loud chats, as their radio played with the garage side door opened. The smell of flavored weed entered my room, despite of having the window open to have the cool, fresh breeze entered my room with my fan running. However, the cannabis smell mixed the air into flavored smoke. Not even a single star was out, despite of having clear skies. I closed my eyes, as I put on some ambient beach waves or cold snow winds to put me to sleep.
In the next morning, I went to work, as I opened at my department. While I was working, I continued to hear the voices of complaining customers from the next department, as they constantly demanded for refund and mumbled in curse putting it out on us, whenever they don't get in their way. At least it was a four hour day so I could attend class, however our class was minimal day because of the exhibition of the time machine. At one point, I was clocking out from work, a customer tried to stop me for needing help, but my time was up and I asked one of my co workers to help, but that person was too busy talking and chanting with other co-workers. I told the customer that one of them could help her, before she was upset that I couldn't help and taunted to say "What great customer service this is!"
I managed to clock out in time, before a supervisor could speak to the customer, until she was helped by my co-workers. I dashed out towards the parking lot, got into my car and dashed over to my community college to attend the event. When I arrived there were hundreds of college students, even high schoolers, probably seniors ditching walkthroughs to attend the exhibition.
"Alex, hurry!" I heard Jon's voice and saw him waving, as I headed my way towards.
"Am I late?" I asked.
"Nope, just in time." Jon answered. "There's a programmer or some researcher, who is going to speak about the new time machine."
"Well, well." we turned to hear one of our bullies by the name Issac or goes by "Flash" for some reason like from Spiderman. "We have some nerds attending the event."
I remained silent to ignore them, as Jon sticks up for me. "Just leave us alone, we just want to have a good time."
"Who cares, just traveling to universes would be awesome and I would take you dumps for a ride to leave you both stranded." Flash spoke, as his buddies laughed.
"Issac!" our history instructor came in. "What is going on here?!"
"Nothing, we're just hanging out." Flash respond. "Besides it's 'Flash'."
"Well Issac or 'Flash', if I ever hear any word that involves nothing to do with the event, or anyone... I would flunk you from my class. Don't take it as a joke." our instructor said, before joining the crowd of students and some staff to watch the event.
After he left, Flash licked his hand and rubbed it on my face and Jon's, before walking away.
"What jerks." I whispered.
"Come on, let's have a good time." Jon encouraged, as the both of us joined the spectacle.
"Good morning students and staff. My name is Rufus Carlin, a programmer for Mason's Industries. We're pleased to announce our latest time machine that would travel to a different universe of our choice and bring them into our world." Everyone gazed at the time machine, as the cloth was unveiled. I could even gaze at the machine and think of the journeys that I would done if I was able to afford it.
"Alike to our original, with some new modifications, this time machine would be able to bring a character from the universe you travel to, without expiration of the character." the guest speaker continued.
I took out my phone, as I was about to take pictures and waited until he finished speaking. "Excuse me."
"Yes, sir you have a question?" the guest speaker got my attention.
"Is it alright, for... me to take some pictures. For a class assignment." I stumbled a bit, as I wanted to take some few photos of the machine for my extra credit assignment... and of course for my personal interest.
Mr. Carlin nodded his head for approval. "Help yourself."
I had my phone go to camera mode to start taking some pictures, from the first few shots kept being blurry of course from Flash and his buddies bumping into me on purpose.
"Now is there any questions any could ask about the new time machine?" Mr. Carlin wanted to have anyone ask a question.
I slightly raised my hand, as some people sighed and rolled their eyes.
"Yes." he confirmed me to ask him.
"So I understand the time machine could take you pretty much anywhere. My question is... is... is there a possibility that someone could attempt to rewrite an event or history itself?" I asked.
Mr. Carlin seemed to know what I was trying to ask him. Everyone seemed to be curious on that question. "It's best that we don't try to re-write an event or change the events itself, because if it happens, the future would have a different outcome and probably there would be some non-existence either on a politician becoming president or even you."
I took his advice, as everyone dismissed it and Mr. Carlin continued to speak, as Jon gave me an unusual look and probably thinking: Alex what kind of question is that? Well in the end of the exhibition, Jon and I walked to the parking lot where our cars are parked.
"Rewrite history or event? What kind of question is that?" he questioned me.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. Since the raid at the HQ of Mason's Industries, any of those guys, who took the time machine probably could have motives for anything. Like rewriting history."
"Come on, man. Everyone forgot about it. It was just a incident." Jon spoke.
"It doesn't right though. Anybody could be that dumb enough to try to change an event that probably happen to you in the past that you wanted to fix or have different outcome." I spoke.
"You know nobody can't change the past. Even Jay Gatsby." Jon brought up about Jay Gatsby's theory of changing the past from The Great Gastby.
"I know, but since those time machines are out, anybody could do that nowadays."
"Not very likely. If they even try to do it, they would later be asked by the company itself if you did. Not many people or hardly anybody at all." Jon continued.
I nodded my head. "Yeah I guess you're right."
"Well, hopefully tomorrows class would be interesting than." Jon spoke, as he got into the car.
"Wanted me to send you 'the descent' pictures of the time machine?" I asked him.
"Yeah sure, besides, I hope you still had a good time, despite of Flash and his buddies." Jon answered.
"I did sort of a way, I'll see you tomorrow." I got into my car, before I said goodbye and started to head my way home.
While I was driving, I still didn't know what the question came into my head. Probably from the shootings at the industries or it just came at me, as if I wanted to change my past. However, I knew about changing the past would stay somewhat the same, if involved with me.
I wonder the time machine would still be here tomorrow. I said to myself and thinking about visiting the past without changing anything. When I got home, I spend the rest of my day, playing the PS4 before going to bed, as I continued to wonder what the time machine would do, if I tried it.