"Better that I devote myself to studying the other

Great mystery of the universe— women."

-Doctor Emmett L. Brown

·Prologue·

November 1980

The eccentric and slightly mad scientist, Doctor Emmett L. Brown, picked up the greasy wrench from the table and loosened a bolt on his latest invention, a peculiar looking coffee maker. When in fact, the coffee maker did more than make coffee. It was attached to an analog clock, set to go off at precisely 7:00 a.m. The clock was also assigned to trigger several other household appliances in a chain reaction, all set to go off in sequence. Being so, when the Doctor tested his invention, carefully moving the hands on the clock to display the seventh hour, he started the chain, for in seconds, the radio nearby automatically came to life, and in the blink of an eye, a light appeared on the coffee maker, and began making a batch of coffee. Dr. Brown smiled proudly as he watched his project work fittingly. He was working on this stimulating invention in his home, a four-car garage, which was the sole survivor of a beautiful mansion that had once stood upon the hill nearby. This garage had since been remodeled as his living quarters, as well as a small repair shop, which stood as a front for his lab, where he continued to produce his inventions.

He was also a dedicated Physics professor at the local university in nearby Nevada City. He normally worked on his inventions during the weekends, but still found enough time during the week to occasionally keep up his hobby. The low profiled Doctor Brown was tall, well built, and quite physically active for a 60-year-old man with a full head of grayish white hair. He was dressed with bizarre apparel consisting of a silk, blue and white T-shirt, tan trousers, and a long, white lab coat.

Despite his career at the local college, very few residents of Hill Valley knew the truth behind the so-called crazy scientist who lived in his garage. Nor did they think much of him or his crazy inventions. Locals avoided him, but knew everything but the truth. One rumor had explained the burnt ruins of his mansion, destroyed back in 1963, as a mysterious experiment gone wrong. But no one ever hears the same story twice.

As the coffee finished percolating, Doctor Brown poured himself a cup and turned his attention to a different project, a 1957 Mercedes-Benz 300SL. Its silver body was still as shiny as it had been when he had purchased it 23 years ago. He had since added several minor inventions to this rare automobile, inventions which were supposed to make driving easier or more enjoyable. Tonight, he had yet another advanced technological adjustment to give to the car. He computed some equations into his calculator. According to his recent data, this car might just be capable of what he had planned.