Disclaimer: I do not own Back to the Future.
October 26, 20152:00 PM PST
As soon as the DeLorean time machine had crossed the time barrier, Dr. Emmett Brown looked around himself. He could hardly believe what he saw. There were a bunch of flying cars above him, and there wasn't another land car anywhere in sight. He never really envisioned that the future would look this different.
"Well, Einie," Doc told his faithful sheepdog, Einstein, "I guess we're in the future, now. Where should we go from here, huh?" Doc smiled, as Einstein lifted up his face. "I know, let's try the library. We could find out all about what happened during the last thirty years at the library."
Doc decided to make his way to downtown Hill Valley, and he checked to see if the library was still standing in the same place as it was in 1985. To his amazement, the library was still in the same place - although the building was very different. Doc pulled into the parking lot, as he prepared to step out into this futuristic world.
"Just stay right here, Einie, okay?" Doc said to his dog. "I'll be in the building for a little while. I'll be back soon, though, okay?" Doc smiled, as his dog happily licked his hand.
Doc was feeling a little apprehensive, as he made his way into the library. He smiled to himself, as he noticed the books that were lined up on many shelves. He was pleased that that books would still be around.
Doc took in a deep breath, as he decided to head over to the periodicals section. To his shock, he noticed that one of the shelves were lined with Hill Valley editions of USA Today - while The Hill Valley Telegraph was not anywhere to be seen. One of the newspapers then caught his attention. The headline on the newspaper read "Youth Jailed". The sub-headline under that read "Martin McFly Junior Arrested For Theft".
Great Scott! Doc thought to himself. This is not good. I should maybe head about two weeks later, and see if he ends up being released from jail. This is not the kind of future that I would like for my young friend.
"Excuse me, mister?" asked a strangely familiar voice behind him. "Are you, by any chance, Emmett Brown?"
Doc was very uncertain of what to say. He glanced over to the side of him, and saw a man who looked like a slightly older version of himself. How could that be? Doc thought, confused. If I'm in the future, how could it be possible for my older self to be here too?
"Yes, you are my younger self," the elder man said, smiling. "I gather you came here from 1985?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah, yes, I did," stammered Doc. "How did you guess? How can you be here, too? Do you, for some reason, decide not to go to the future? I mean, if I'm here - then I don't understand why you're here."
"We should head over to my house," suggested Doc's older self. "We shouldn't be discussing this here. Anyway, there is some business that I should cover with you. Marty's life hasn't been very good, lately."
"Yeah, I can see that," Doc said, as he grabbed the newspaper that had the article of Marty's son being arrested.
"That's barely scratching the surface of it," the elder Doc said, grimly. "I really don't even get to see Marty all too often, anymore. He's not the same easy-going young man that he once was."
"So I'm guessing that he never ended up becoming a rock star?" Doc asked. "Marty's not going to be all too happy to hear about this. Can I ask when it was, that Marty's life began to go downhill?"
"Yeah, well," the elder Doc said, sighing, "it happened in late October of 1985. Douglas Needles had dared Marty to race him on the road - and, well, Marty ended up crashing into a Rolls Royce. Not only did Marty break his hand, he was also sued by the Rolls Royce driver. It was that particular event that sent Marty's life on a downward spiral."
"So, weren't you able to go back in time to prevent that accident from happening?" Doc asked, concerned.
"Well, no, I wasn't able to," replied the older Doc, sorrowfully. "This is one other issue I really need to discuss with you. It's not safe to carry all the plutonuium on you. We have sometime today, though, called Mr. Fusion. It's a much safer and more effective alternative to plutonium. You see, the Mr. Fusion is capable of generating the same 1.21 gigawatts of electricity as the plutonium. You can also power the Mr. Fusion by filling it up with garbage."
"Oh, thank goodness you're here!" Doc gushed. "You really are one valuable ally. Without you, I think I would be so lost in this world. So you can replace the plutonium chamber on my DeLorean with the Mr. Fusion?"
"That's correct," replied the older Doc. "I could also hover-convert your DeLorean time machine, while I'm at it. I think, it the long run, it would be very beneficial for your time machine to have flying capabilities."
"Thank you so much," Doc replied, warmly. "Yeah, I'm still a little worried about those Libyan terrorists. I'm glad that I did decide to read the letter that Marty wrote to me in 1955. Could you maybe watch Einie, too, while I head off into the future to see if Marty's son ever gets released from jail?"
"We have suspended animation kennels, now," explained the older Doc. "It only cost 500 dollars to place Einstein in one of those, and he will never suspect that you are gone. They're very convenient."
"Wait a minute," Doc said, quietly. "Did you say only 500 dollars? That sounds like a lot of money to me."
"Well, the inflation really did skyrocket within the last thirty years," the older Doc explained. "I mean, it costs 45 dollars to purchase a Pepsi at the Cafe '80s. That's how bad inflation has gotten."
"Great Scott!" gasped Doc. "So anyway, how long do you think it will take for you to hover-convert the DeLorean and replace the plutonium chamber? I'm wondering if I should maybe pay Marty a visit. I did promise to look him up."
"I'm really not sure how receptive he would be to seeing you right now," sighed the older Doc. "I'm quite afraid he harbours a certain resentment against me. I would have taken him back in time to prevent the incident, if I could."
"Well, I'm not sure what I should do," Doc replied. "I mean, what should I do, while you work on my DeLorean?"
"Why don't you head over to the rejuvination clinic?" suggested the older Doc. "We have the same thumbprint, so you can feel free to charge it to my account. You can get a whole natural overhaul there. It would include taking out a few wrinkles, doing a hair repair, and changing your blood. They could even replace your spleen and colon. It would add about a good thirty to forty years to your life."
"Oh, is that why you look so young for 95?" Doc asked. "I bet Marty would be really surprised about that. Thank you so much for helping me. I greatly appreciate that."
"Hey, that's no problem," replied the older Doc, as he hugged his younger self. "After all, we're the same person."
"Yeah, I guess we are," Doc said, laughing a little. "So you're sure you don't mind me charging you for the natural overhaul. Even if we are the same person, I can't help but feel like I'm stealing from you."
"Well, you do have my permission," the older Doc said, laughing. "I remember feeling so horrified, when I found out that Marty Jr was arrested a few days ago. It's really not fair that Griff Tannen and his gang got off scott free."
"Yeah, it really is not fair," Doc said, sighing. "So do you know anything about Marty Jr? Did Griff Tannen and his gang regularly bully Marty Jr? It appears that he had the same problem as Marty's father used to have."
"Mostly, I know that he was a very impressionable young boy who desired to be liked," replied the older Doc. "There seems to be a little resemblance that he had with his grandfather. He never really seemed to take very good care of his appearances. His hair always looked oily and unkempt, and his clothes were always a mess."
"Marty is not going to want to hear about this," Doc groaned. "He just spent the whole week trying to encourage his father to have more confidence in himself. I guess it's a good thing that I did decide to invent the time machine."
"Marty always had this problem with losing his judgement over being called a 'chicken'," the older Doc said, sadly. "It seems like, even now, he never managed to learn. I fear that his relationship with his wife may be in trouble."
"Well, anyway," Doc said, sighing, "I may as well head over to the rejuvination clinic. Then, after you finish with the time machine, I'll head two weeks into the future and see what becomes of Marty Jr."
"Good luck!" the older Doc said, warmly. "I should be finished in about two hours, I believe. I could also turn the plutonium over to the FBI, and they'll probably give me some money. I could head over to the Collectibles store and get some money for various different time periods. I think that would help you a lot."
"Thank you so much," replied the younger Doc, as he began to make his way to the rejuvination clinic.
