Time For a Change Chap 3
There was a triple sonic boom accompanied by a bright flash of light and suddenly Drive-In theatre disappeared and a tall slick looking glass tower appeared in it's place. Doc saw a holo-sign that hung in midair as he drove past and rose an eyebrow "Futitsu Inc." he read aloud realizing almost immedeitly that this was where Marty worked—or would work—or where past Marty would worked but where future Marty had worked until a few months ago. Doc shook his head, time travel could get very confusing.
It was about 10:00 in the morning when Doc finally arrived in the Courthouse Square, and pulled into a parking lot. Reaching under the dashboard he disconnected the paticular wires neccesary for time travel.
Grabbing the briefcase he'd used to hold money from different decades, Doc pulled a few bills from the 2015-2045 and as he shoved them into his pocket, noticed that the 1880-1900 slot was empty.
Probably by Marty Doc thought happy that Marty had remembered Doc's cash case.
Locking the door, Doc walked down the sidewalk and into a large bulding which sported a big hover-car garage on the roof.
Above the door there was a sign
"Goldie Wilson Hover Conversion"
and under that,
"Hover-converting the vehicles of Hill Valley since 2007"
Doc waited in the long line of people waiting patiently, finally it was his turn and he walked up to the service desk where the guy behind the counter leaned on one elbow, his eyes half closed as if he was about to fall asleep and chewing his bubble gum rather loudly.
"Whatchu want us to do man?" asked the guy sounding like he didn't really care to hear the answer.
"I would like you to repair the hover-conversion on my car please," Doc said
the guy blew a bubble and didn't answer right away.
A few seconds later the bubble popped and the guy finally replied "What make and model is the car, and what is the nature of the damaged hover- conversion—basically what did you do to screw it up pops?"
Doc was offended at this guy's behavior and seriously felt like taking his buissness elsewahere.But that would take too much time and he was in a hurry. The quicker he got to 1885 the quicker he and Marty could get back to their time period where he would destroy the time machine.
A lump formed in Doc's throat at the mere thought of his plan to destroy something that had been nearly thirty years of his life's work and on which he'd used nearly his entire family fourtune on.
He didn't like the idea of destroying his time machine but while he had been repairing the Time Machine he had come to the conclusion that time travel was simply to risky.
"Yo Pops, would you quit staring of into space remincing about them good ol' days and answer my question?" grunted the young man rather rudely
Doc snapped himself out of his thoughts and plastered on a fake smile, "Sorry about that" Dpc said apoligetically "It's a 1985 Delorean, and the hover conversion quit working yesterday after it was hit by ligh—uh, after I ran into some telephone wires"
The young guy rolled his eyes in discontempt "It figures—I don't understand why you old farts decide you can suddenly drive" he snapped "Bring your heap around back and let us take a look at It"
Doc nodded and left the shop, and was headed back toward's the Delorean when something in a nearby store window caught his eye. It was a large duffel bag that looked to be made out of some sort of material that looked like a cross between black leather and silk cloth. There was a small sign next to the bag.
"Meet the newest modern marvel—the Expando-Spacer!"
Doc muttered reading the title at the top of the card.
Doc read on.
"Why struggle with several traveling bags when you can fit the contents of an entire household into one solitary bag?"
Doc was genuinely intrested.
"The Expando-Spacer is made of the finest Admantium cloth, and is self cleaning and can take tons of punisment and abuse. Which would you rather have? A regular ordinary travel bag that tears easily, gets filthy almost immedietly and has very little space, or the Expando-Spacer which can fit a houseful load of your things in?"
Doc was even more impressed now and decided to stop in quickly before pulling around back to the garage of the hover conversion station.
Three minutes later Doc Brown exited the shop carrying the bag, and over to the Delorean. Starting it up he waited for a car to pass and then pulled into traffic and drove around back to the rear of the hover-conversion shop, where to Doc's dismay stood the rude kid tapping his foot impatiently.
"It took you long enough gramps," the guy exploded as Doc pulled up beside him, "What took you so long?, did you have to go get a rejuvination or something?"
Doc gritted his teeth and held back the urge to say something nasty to this guy.
"Engine trouble" he said with a nod.
"Whatever" the guy snapped "just pull into one the garages already"
Doc shrugged and did so.
Turning off the engine Doc unbuckled his seatbelt and then opening his new Expando-Spacer, began to shove everything that wasn't screwed down into the bag and then zipped it shut.
Climbing out of the Delorean, Doc quickly jumped to one side as a flying robot sporting several arms whizzed past and started to examine the Delorean.
Ten seconds had passed before It stopped and faced Doc "Estimated damage to Hover-conversion unit:Heavy. Vehicle will require entirely new unit. Estimated cost: $9999.95, Esitmated wait: three hours"
Doc nodded "sounds good, I'll just goof around until then I guess"
"Your, vehicle confirmation receipt sir" droned the robot as it spat out a clear piece of plastic at him. Doc turned to leave before suddenly remembering something. "Oh by the way" he said "Please do not touch any of the disconnected wires under the dashboard"
he said
suddenly Doc was abruptly shoved to one side as the same rude guy he had been dealing with so far stormed past carrying a small board under his arm..
"Move it, or lose it, fogey!" he grunted as he approached the Delorean and stooped down. The guy tapped a couple of small buttons on the board and it began to hover inches above the ground. "Can't believe I have to get under these Nitchin' things" the guy muttered to himself as he lay back first on the board and the slowly slid under the car.
A second later the guy slid out, sat up and turned to the robot "Okay you bucket of bolts here's what I need, a Cryo-Coolant Wrench, a Viba-Hammer, and a four sixteenth Soni-ratchet"
"Four sixteenths?" asked the robot "Don't you mean three eighths?"
"For some reason" thought the onlooking Doc "that sounds awfully familiar"
"I know what I meant!" yelled the guy angrily "Just go get the stuff I asked for!"
the robot glided off and the guy stood up and—WHACK! Smacked his head on the gullwing door of the car. The guy cried out in pain and then turned to look at the car "This is all your fault you stupid hunk of garbage!" he shouted as he grabbed the door and vicously swung it down----only to have it ricochet off the doorway and swing back up cracking the guy in the chin and knocking back into a stack of tires and falling to the floor unconciously as blood flowed from his nose and mouth.
A second later the stack of tires teetered back and forth before losing their balance and burying the guy.
"Get that tranked out idiot outta here!" snapped another guy as other attendants dropped whatever they were doing and rushed around trying to collect the runaway tires. 'I'm tired of having to explain to Mr. Wilson why his company has been getting reported to
Doc hid a smile at seeing justice finally served and walked away to find something to pre-occupy himself with until his car was ready.
There was a triple sonic boom accompanied by a bright flash of light and suddenly Drive-In theatre disappeared and a tall slick looking glass tower appeared in it's place. Doc saw a holo-sign that hung in midair as he drove past and rose an eyebrow "Futitsu Inc." he read aloud realizing almost immedeitly that this was where Marty worked—or would work—or where past Marty would worked but where future Marty had worked until a few months ago. Doc shook his head, time travel could get very confusing.
It was about 10:00 in the morning when Doc finally arrived in the Courthouse Square, and pulled into a parking lot. Reaching under the dashboard he disconnected the paticular wires neccesary for time travel.
Grabbing the briefcase he'd used to hold money from different decades, Doc pulled a few bills from the 2015-2045 and as he shoved them into his pocket, noticed that the 1880-1900 slot was empty.
Probably by Marty Doc thought happy that Marty had remembered Doc's cash case.
Locking the door, Doc walked down the sidewalk and into a large bulding which sported a big hover-car garage on the roof.
Above the door there was a sign
"Goldie Wilson Hover Conversion"
and under that,
"Hover-converting the vehicles of Hill Valley since 2007"
Doc waited in the long line of people waiting patiently, finally it was his turn and he walked up to the service desk where the guy behind the counter leaned on one elbow, his eyes half closed as if he was about to fall asleep and chewing his bubble gum rather loudly.
"Whatchu want us to do man?" asked the guy sounding like he didn't really care to hear the answer.
"I would like you to repair the hover-conversion on my car please," Doc said
the guy blew a bubble and didn't answer right away.
A few seconds later the bubble popped and the guy finally replied "What make and model is the car, and what is the nature of the damaged hover- conversion—basically what did you do to screw it up pops?"
Doc was offended at this guy's behavior and seriously felt like taking his buissness elsewahere.But that would take too much time and he was in a hurry. The quicker he got to 1885 the quicker he and Marty could get back to their time period where he would destroy the time machine.
A lump formed in Doc's throat at the mere thought of his plan to destroy something that had been nearly thirty years of his life's work and on which he'd used nearly his entire family fourtune on.
He didn't like the idea of destroying his time machine but while he had been repairing the Time Machine he had come to the conclusion that time travel was simply to risky.
"Yo Pops, would you quit staring of into space remincing about them good ol' days and answer my question?" grunted the young man rather rudely
Doc snapped himself out of his thoughts and plastered on a fake smile, "Sorry about that" Dpc said apoligetically "It's a 1985 Delorean, and the hover conversion quit working yesterday after it was hit by ligh—uh, after I ran into some telephone wires"
The young guy rolled his eyes in discontempt "It figures—I don't understand why you old farts decide you can suddenly drive" he snapped "Bring your heap around back and let us take a look at It"
Doc nodded and left the shop, and was headed back toward's the Delorean when something in a nearby store window caught his eye. It was a large duffel bag that looked to be made out of some sort of material that looked like a cross between black leather and silk cloth. There was a small sign next to the bag.
"Meet the newest modern marvel—the Expando-Spacer!"
Doc muttered reading the title at the top of the card.
Doc read on.
"Why struggle with several traveling bags when you can fit the contents of an entire household into one solitary bag?"
Doc was genuinely intrested.
"The Expando-Spacer is made of the finest Admantium cloth, and is self cleaning and can take tons of punisment and abuse. Which would you rather have? A regular ordinary travel bag that tears easily, gets filthy almost immedietly and has very little space, or the Expando-Spacer which can fit a houseful load of your things in?"
Doc was even more impressed now and decided to stop in quickly before pulling around back to the garage of the hover conversion station.
Three minutes later Doc Brown exited the shop carrying the bag, and over to the Delorean. Starting it up he waited for a car to pass and then pulled into traffic and drove around back to the rear of the hover-conversion shop, where to Doc's dismay stood the rude kid tapping his foot impatiently.
"It took you long enough gramps," the guy exploded as Doc pulled up beside him, "What took you so long?, did you have to go get a rejuvination or something?"
Doc gritted his teeth and held back the urge to say something nasty to this guy.
"Engine trouble" he said with a nod.
"Whatever" the guy snapped "just pull into one the garages already"
Doc shrugged and did so.
Turning off the engine Doc unbuckled his seatbelt and then opening his new Expando-Spacer, began to shove everything that wasn't screwed down into the bag and then zipped it shut.
Climbing out of the Delorean, Doc quickly jumped to one side as a flying robot sporting several arms whizzed past and started to examine the Delorean.
Ten seconds had passed before It stopped and faced Doc "Estimated damage to Hover-conversion unit:Heavy. Vehicle will require entirely new unit. Estimated cost: $9999.95, Esitmated wait: three hours"
Doc nodded "sounds good, I'll just goof around until then I guess"
"Your, vehicle confirmation receipt sir" droned the robot as it spat out a clear piece of plastic at him. Doc turned to leave before suddenly remembering something. "Oh by the way" he said "Please do not touch any of the disconnected wires under the dashboard"
he said
suddenly Doc was abruptly shoved to one side as the same rude guy he had been dealing with so far stormed past carrying a small board under his arm..
"Move it, or lose it, fogey!" he grunted as he approached the Delorean and stooped down. The guy tapped a couple of small buttons on the board and it began to hover inches above the ground. "Can't believe I have to get under these Nitchin' things" the guy muttered to himself as he lay back first on the board and the slowly slid under the car.
A second later the guy slid out, sat up and turned to the robot "Okay you bucket of bolts here's what I need, a Cryo-Coolant Wrench, a Viba-Hammer, and a four sixteenth Soni-ratchet"
"Four sixteenths?" asked the robot "Don't you mean three eighths?"
"For some reason" thought the onlooking Doc "that sounds awfully familiar"
"I know what I meant!" yelled the guy angrily "Just go get the stuff I asked for!"
the robot glided off and the guy stood up and—WHACK! Smacked his head on the gullwing door of the car. The guy cried out in pain and then turned to look at the car "This is all your fault you stupid hunk of garbage!" he shouted as he grabbed the door and vicously swung it down----only to have it ricochet off the doorway and swing back up cracking the guy in the chin and knocking back into a stack of tires and falling to the floor unconciously as blood flowed from his nose and mouth.
A second later the stack of tires teetered back and forth before losing their balance and burying the guy.
"Get that tranked out idiot outta here!" snapped another guy as other attendants dropped whatever they were doing and rushed around trying to collect the runaway tires. 'I'm tired of having to explain to Mr. Wilson why his company has been getting reported to
Doc hid a smile at seeing justice finally served and walked away to find something to pre-occupy himself with until his car was ready.