The opposite of now, part 2
It all started innocently enough, as these thing always do. The three of us had been friends since grade school: Bob, the hyper-brilliant MIT prof; Steve, the Wall Street banker, and me, the real estate developer. We were sitting around, solving the world’s problems, when Steve mentioned some time-travel movie he had just seen.
“Time travel,â? Bob scoffed, “is an absurd idea. We can’t travel in time because time is also moving. We’d have to…â? He slowed. “We’d have to…â? He grew glassy-eyed. “Oh, my.â?
And just like that, he intuited the principles behind the Static Inter-Dimensional Relativity Alteration Transport. Yep, the name’s a mouthful, but Steve insisted on it, grinning.
What Bob had realized was this: time moves like a river, and we move with it. The past is never in the same place, relative to us or anything. But by somehow causing the occupant to stop moving through time, the device let him move around time. Or something, I don’t know. Dumb, eh?
So why am I standing alone in an empty basement?