"So, when did you say that we would start the experiment?" Chelsea asked me.
"I said she could be here at 6." I responded. Chelsea and I were making final calculations to the amount of people in the car when we were traveling. It would take more power to transport all of us. I was calibrating the ratio of energy to temporal energy and Chelsea was measuring how much power we would need however far we went.
"What time did you say we were going?" Chelsea asked.
"She's picking where we go." I said. Chelsea looked a bit worried.
"Why? We can't go terribly far." She said.
"Well, now that I have complete control of when we go, I decided to let the person that doesn't usually travel with us choose." I responded. Chelsea looked hurt.
"Hey, are you calling me unreliable?" She asked. I nodded.
"Hey, you never take us where we want to go. You may take us where we need to but I would love to vacation every so often. It is a time machine." I said. Chelsea rolled her eyes.
"I was in a repair shop when I stole you." Chelsea said. I nodded.
"I would have taken the other, but someone told me to take you, never did figure out who that was." I said. Chelsea seemed a bit uncomfortable but I ignored it. I checked my watch.
"It's almost 6." I said. Chelsea nodded and went back to working. After a couple minutes, we heard steps from the entrance of the junkyard. I looked up, and was shocked. There was a blonde girl walking down wearing a red shirt, button up plaid shirt, denim jacket, and a red vest. She had jeans and big Nike shoes. After looking for a few seconds, I realized it was Max. She looked so different. She walked up with a big smile.
"Let's go to the 80's!" She shouted from the distance. Chelsea and I looked at each other. Chelsea had a look of uncertainty and I just smiled. I walked over to her.
"You did dye your hair. It's blonde!" I said. She laughed.
"I know! It's awesome! I feel like a skateboarder." She said.
"Is that because you cosplayed as Marty Mcfly?" I asked. She rolled her eyes.
"It's the only clothes I could base off of." She said. I nodded.
"Ok, so you want to go to the 80's, I'm assuming 1980's." I said. She nodded.
"Yep! So when do we leave?" She asked, jumping into the passenger seat of the car.
"Hey, that's where I sit." Chelsea said. Max just rolled her eyes. Yep, it was still her. I sat in the driver seat.
"It is slightly important that she sits there. Could you move to the back?" I asked Max. She sighed loudly and moved. Chelsea sat down in the passenger seat.
"So, let's go to an easy year. 1984. February 27, 1984. Let's say, 6 o'clock am." Chelsea said, typing on a console in the car. I nodded.
"Sounds good. Hey Max, there's a handle behind you. Can you pull it? It closes the top off." I said. Max looked behind her. She pulled on the handle. It revealed a black top and four sliders on the sides. She pulled it up and handed it to me. I locked it into the front of the car with a couple locks. The sliders lined up with the windows on the sides which closed off the windows with a black cover. The car was completely dark. The light from the console lit up the car. There was a big lever on the side of the console. Chelsea put her hand on it.
"Ok, starting at 25 percent capacity." She pushed the level to a fourth of the way. The car started slightly vibrating. It was pretty smooth so far. I turned to Max.
"Oh yeah. You should put on your seatbelt." I said. She put it on. I put mine on to. Then Chelsea started talking again.
"Ok, going to 50 percent capacity." She said, pushing the lever even further. The vibration of the car started getting a bit more violent. My watch started slightly slowing down about .9 percent of second speed. I motioned for Max to grab the safety bar. She did. Chelsea talked again.
"75 percent capacity." She said, pushing the lever. The car started shaking violently. I felt myself hitting the door. In the corner of my eye, I saw a slight crack in the shield. Before I could stop Chelsea, she pushed the lever all the way.
"100 percent power!" She yelled. The crack got bigger, revealing a white light. The shield flew off. The windows completely shattered. The car was shaking even more. The seat belt broke off and I flew into Chelsea. Max's seatbelt also broke, causing her to slam into the side of the car. Suddenly, gravity changed. I felt my body on the top of the car. Then suddenly, I felt Chelsea slam into me along with the console. We hit the side of the car with extreme force, and stayed there. Gravity was pulling us to the side of the car. Almost as if the car was sideways. Then we felt an extreme force make us jump and slam into the side again, this time knocking us out.
I woke up to a beeping noise. Someone was shaking me. It was Chelsea. She shook me.
"Wake up!" She yelled. I regained consciousness almost immediately. I sat up. The car was sideway, with cracks in the windshield and the door windows completely gone. I sat up, and felt glass cut into my hands. I shook my hands off and got up. I had to hunch over in the car.
"Is everyone ok?" I asked. Chelsea nodded. Max was still sitting down. She was breathing fast. I hoped it was adrenaline.
"She has a small concussion. We'll all be fine. But I suggest we get out to get a bearing on where we actually are." She said. I nodded. I looked up to see the passenger side door. I used the handle to attempt to open it. It was stuck, after a few hits with my fist, the entire door broke off. I pushed it off and climbed out. We were in a field surrounded by a gate. I got out and put my hand in the car to help everyone get out. Max came out first then Chelsea soon after. We looked around. At first we thought it was a field, but then we saw houses that looked familiar. We were still in the junkyard, before it became one. I looked around for a little then turned to Chelsea.
"It's 1984?" I asked Chelsea. She nodded.
"Yeah. We made it. The console had some damage. I can fix it with some parts of the car. We'll have to stay the before we go back to the 2000's." She responded. I nodded.
"Based on the sun, I'd say it's been a couple hours since we were supposed to arrive." I said. While Chelsea and I were talking, Max was looking around in wonder. She was in shock. I noticed this and walked over.
"You ok?" I asked. She jumped a little.
"Y-yeah. I think. Are we actually in 1984?" She asked. I nodded.
"Yep. Do you want to explore. It'll be a little history lesson." I said. She nodded.
"So where do we go? What do kids do in the 80's?" She asked me.
"Well, back to the future showed skateboarding. Want to do that?" I asked. She nodded.
"Yeah sure. Where do we get skateboards?" She asked. I laughed and pulled some from the trunk.
"Got some." I said. Max looked surprised.
"How did you figure out to get those?" Max asked.
"Well, I figured you wanted to go to the 80's as most people's experience with time travel was from Back to the future anyway." I replied. Max nodded.
"Ok, I guess that makes sense." She said. I nodded.
"Right, let's go." I gave her a skateboard and she got on it. I pressed a button and a big handle popped out of the skateboard, making it a scooter. Max looked unimpressed.
"A scooter, really?" She asked. I nodded.
"Yeah, what's wrong with a scooter?" I asked. She shook her head in disappointment. We left the junkyard to explore the new world awaiting us.