My name is Marc Munz, and I am a time traveller.
But that’s not such a big feat, really. Time travel is so commonplace that it’s mundane. We all travel through time, every day of our lives. Each tick taking us further forward in time. Forward being the key.
“Humans! This is your only warning. We, the Arachnid Nation, declare our sovereignty and will to be given the respect we deserve!” The spider said, it’s multifaceted eyes sparkling. It’s visage was being displayed in a secret room, where secret plans were usually made by those who sat around the long table.
Person grunted as he lifted the pack onto his back.
“Careful, someone might mistake you for a real gorilla!” Chavez laughed as he went to hisstation to gear up. He could be a real dick sometimes.
“My name is William Harold, and I’m going to the Moon for a mix of work and pleasure… If I’m lucky.” I smiled to cover my over-enunciation.
The guard frowned slightly as he continued to wand me.
I was born by accident, really. My father – if indeed that’s the right word to use – was a 16 year old boy. He was very brilliant, already working towards a doctorate from Carnegie Mellon.
It was Fen’s condition that landed him this “assignment” at the Mars Extra-Human Terraforming Colony No. 214. They used a lot of words when naming this facility, but somehow they left out the operative one: Penal.
There were two people in line ahead of me. I wished there were a thousand.
With a whoosh they were vaporized and the teleportation operator waved me forward.