“Shhhh, no talking during the movie...”
Charlie Chaplin* #quote
Today I breathed. Like you. But I did it better. Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
Why I Did It
“Sir! We've done it! You're equations we're correct! The time
machine works! We sent the rats backwards through time by a whole
hour!”
I looked at my lab assistant. And all the lab assistants. All
wearing the same stereotypical lab coats as I did. “And you
documented it all? Thoroughly?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” I then pulled out my cell phone and dialed a number. The
time machine exploded, along with the rats inside. The computers were
wiped. The only records of my equations in full besides my own
memory.
“Why did you do that?” All of my assistants yelled at once,
“You've destroyed not only the machine, but also the few materials
on the whole planet that could ever be used to make one! Humanity
will probably never be able to make another!”
I shrugged. “A time machine could easily be abused. I did not make
the time machine to be used. I made the machine for the sake of
making it. So I could. To prove I could do it. For science and,” I
laughed, “my pride really.”
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