Loop-de-Loop

"Orderly Chaos... That's what I'd call it," said Professor Wygstaff. He continued his thought:

"Or, called by most, the March of Time... History... The Age of Modern Humans. Bollocks!"

Long ago, I learned never to argue with the Professor - when he was on a roll, or anytime.

"Well, young Chadwick... You still want to be the First? Come now, and be quick about it!"

Yes, the First (un-official) Time Traveler... from this country, at least (the reformed UK).

And I was not that young... Just 20 years junior to the older 'Prof' you see. I am 44 now.

The fascinating thing, about Wygstaff's Time Adjuster Machine, is that my 44 year-old body

will not leave the year 2037, but only my 'Life-Energy'... as the Professor explained to me.

But I will be returned to my younger Self - when I was in my university days. That's when

I originally started to work with Wygstaff. He only had theories then, but I always believed

he would turn up a working 'Time Dilator' one day. And now - He has. And... It could work!

I wanted to go back and chase my 'Lost Love'... Mary Beth Forsythe. An American woman.

She wasn't into Science or such, but a bright and talented artist she was. Until she died later.

My one hope was to court and then (after graduation), marry Her - and prevent her death.

If she never had gone to Bermuda, on that Summer Vacation... She would still be here, now.

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"Oh, my, Yes! We are ready... Enter the Stasis Chamber of the Machine, young Chadwick".

I did as the Professor directed. My body was naked, except for the clingy radiation

blocking fabric suit - made to my still slender but robust frame. But, it itched!

"Alright... Here we go... or, I mean... There you go... Now!"

Waves of cyclonic energy enveloped the Stasis Chamber, from the workings of the

Machine. I was like an egg, inside a mechanical, mother chicken. But, a chick will

fly, one day. And my Day had finally arrived. I could almost see Mary Beth's lovely

figure and moist pink-frosted lips again... (then, I left 2037. Just my Soul, perhaps?)

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"Chadwick - you day-dreaming... yet again?" It was the 'Prof' - just 22 years younger!

I was really here... Back in my younger body, and in Wygstaff's Adjusted Physics class.

(End of Part 1)