It was 6 in the evening and the president had been waiting inside his chamber for a pretty long time. It was nearing dusk and in the horizon afar, one could see the sun setting low to its domain unknown.
He was actually waiting for his security team to clear him to deliver a very important speech, one that could change the face of the world. But an ominous threat lingered in the air for there were talks of conspiracies and plots to kill him. The president breathed in the stale air filled with menace and hoped that his security team had eliminated every possible threats and none of those plots would reach him today.
But the Russians had bigger plans.
Suddenly something strange happened. A shimmering white ball, the size of a washing machine, popped up in front of him out of nowhere. It had lights and switches all over it and before the president could figure out what was going on, a next singular phenomenon caught him unaware and startled.
A man, lean and heavily bearded, crawled out of the machine and gasped slowly “Thank god… you are safe… ” He was severely wounded, had no skins left on his body and thus collapsed.
Hundreds of miles away from the president’s chamber, there is a house, derelict and untouched for decades. But today it hosted two bald headed Russians who were now toasting for the plan they know would fail.
“To the President’s life”
“Screw you…The bomb was set to go off and kill the president… How on earth was that psycho able to enter the machine⁇”
“We would know… Let the past begin… ”
He awoke. He was in a hospital. The president’s men had brought him there. His wounds had healed completely. The clock in the nearby table read 2 in the afternoon. He got up from his bed and began to amble along the room. He was thinking. A fleeting image of the startled president escaped his mind. There was a mirror. He checked himself on it. He was thin and heavily bearded. He was a physicist. For 5 years he had been working on a project, a project to accelerate particles and make a black hole on earth itself. They said it was to understand Einstein’s relativity more comprehensively but the Russians were sure that a black hole could transform objects from present to past, that it could be a time machine.
And he had to stop the Russians.
The great southern plain was shining like a mirage under the full moon. A solitary tree disturbed this peaceful view with its shadow running along the plain. Looking down the hill on which the tree was perched, one could now see the silhouette of a lean man creeping inside the only building in that wilderness. He was tall, lean and heavily bearded. The building, he was now sneaking to, was a research facility with a state of the art particle accelerator. He had been a part of the black hole experiment for 5 years until the day he was suddenly thrown out. The Russians had infiltrated the entire program and instead of pursuing experiments, the whole project had been redirected towards a very sinister conspiracy- a conspiracy to kill the president by sending a bomb to the past via the black hole. And today was the day.
He entered inside the facility. There was a white shimmering ball, the size of a washing machine with lights and switches all over it. He knew what was inside it - a bomb he had to dismantle. He looked around. No one had noticed him. He entered inside the machine and deactivated the bombs detonation protocol.
After a while he sensed he was being hoisted up along with the machine. He realised that the Russians were now placing the machine inside the blackhole, their time machine. He began thinking about how his life had been over the years, but then a strong jolt of force hit him and he felt a strong tug on his skin. The anti gravity field tractor rotated insanely to counter the strong gravity of the blackhole, and a fog settled on his mind and numbed his senses.
It slowly began to dawn on him. He had been making this journey for years, may be for centuries or may be for eternity itself. Sneaking into the machine, crawling out of it in the president’s chamber to see his startled face and being taken to the hospital while he was unconscious- he had been doing all of this since time immemorial, and tragically, this very realization too. The machine would now take him to a past that would lead him to a future where he was destined to journey to the same past again. In a quest to save the presidents life, he had been trapped in a time loop since who knows when. The machine was approaching the center of the black hole. Due to its intense gravity his skin was being ripped apart from his body, creating massive wounds. Pain and grief now weighed on him heavily. His memory now demented, his helpless eyes wandered here and there and found the hands of his watch.
It was 6 in the evening and the President had been waiting inside his chamber for a pretty long time. It was nearing dusk and in the horizon afar, one could see the sun setting low to its domain unknown