The diary of Maximillian Arturo, after being stranded on a world much like ours.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Adventure - Chapters: 126 - Words: 31,920 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: Jan 27 - Published: Mar 28, 2022 - id: 14059390
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July 16, 1997
I had breakfast with my other self and with Mark. Breakfast was merely water and ration bars. I was reminded of the stories my father told me about rationing during the Second World War, which happened the same way on my adopted world as my home world.
"You seem to be up and about," I said.
"I need one more day of rest before I can take you back where I found you- unless you want to go to your home dimension."
I thought of it. But now that I know that Mark existed, what about these interdimensional conquerors he said conquered my home?
"I would likle to know how you gained to ability to traverse the dimensions without any external equipment?" I asked. "I have a feeling you did not gain this ability by swallowing a timer."
He told me a brief story. He lived in the UK, not immigrating to America like I did. He invented sliding, or as he called it, quantum translocation, back in the early 1970's. He and his friends improved it, gaining the ability to store dimensional coordinates and track wormholes.
But in December of 1984, there was an accident as he went on an expedition, and he found himself traversing the dimensions.
"It was in '86 when I came across this world that knew so much about interdimensional travel," my other self said. "I was studied by this man, Dr. Oberon Geiger, one of the most brilliant people on his version of Earth. He found out I was unstuck. I could not stay in one dimension permanently. My bonds with a dimension slowly break, and then I slide, as you would call it. I was bouncing around the dimensions uncontrolled for over ten years."
"Would I be correct to assume that Mark here was the reason you gained control?"
"He did provide crucial leads to me. It weas a long, hard journey. Finally, in the spring of '96, I made it back home. I was so glad Jonathan was still alive!"
"You must have had stories of your travels," I said. "And your world must of changed during the twelve years you were absent! It must have felt like another dimension."
"There were some changes, and yet other things haven't changed."
I could sense disappointment in his voice when he said other things on his world haven't changed.
"I still live in my home dimension, and we still have our quantum translocation drive. We did find out that while we could track wormholes, my friends coudn't track me."
I then told my other self more about me and my experiences.
"And that other self of yours is dead?" asked my other self here.
"Yes, he died saving his new companions," said Mark.
We talked some more. I learned that Mark was MarC Lebeau. He had a daughter, Claire, who was missing in the war.
There was only the radio to listen to. There was some news about the war, such as news of an air raid against an enemy supply depot in Denver, and a message from the American president named Jeff Williams. I walked around time.
I went with my other self to the Hotel Nevada on Aultman Street, there was a casino. People played for fun mostly, not for real money. Of course, there was a lack of cocktail waitresses going around for free drinks- much less incentive to do that when people just play for points. Many American soldiers were here.
I read some books to pass the rest of the night. My other self said he can take me to my adopted world tomorrow morning.
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