It had been progressing for years now. Nothing was working. I had tried changing every possible variable. I changed the voltage, the year, even the test subject. I went inside to ask my assistant what I could alter. It was nice to walk into my house. I had been living in it for about a year now and my roommate had moved in about 4 months ago. We eventually became close and Vivian soon became known to my experiments. Instead of turning me in, she decided to assist me. Our house is a small two bedroom and one bathroom, decorated in flourishing colors. Before I even saw her it dawned on me. I forgot to add in the year 00. I entered it into the capsule. The capsule is a gigantic car looking thing. Only it isn’t just a car, it can travel to the
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Apparently, it hadn’t changed much since 1863, which is when slavery was supposed to end. The only thing that had changed was that there were more half black than there used to be. There were not slaves, but there were not treated like white people. If they had a sibling that was white that sibling was supposed to inherit everything. I noticed that they didn't have the technology that we were supposed to have. it was only barely more sophisticated than the 1950’s. So they barely had a computer. Not quite the Iphone-5. Eventually we got onto more important things. Such as, how were we supposed to fix my mistake. We finally decided to go back to the capsule and to see what parts were missing. We got there and luckily I still had the key. But most of the windows were broken so we would need to fix that. Some of the engine was missing, well more importantly the piston was missing. I had been there for about three weeks now and we finally had everything fixed. Early that morning we got up and said our goodbyes.
She came up to be and hugged me tight.
“I’m going to miss you so much. Once you get everything fixed tell the other me everything.”
“Of course! And I’m going to miss you too. You would have really liked the other you. Bye!” I got in and I typed in February 12, 1809. Here goes
Apparently, it hadn’t changed much since 1863, which is when slavery was supposed to end. The only thing that had changed was that there were more half black than there used to be. There were not slaves, but there were not treated like white people. If they had a sibling that was white that sibling was supposed to inherit everything. I noticed that they didn't have the technology that we were supposed to have. it was only barely more sophisticated than the 1950’s. So they barely had a computer. Not quite the Iphone-5. Eventually we got onto more important things. Such as, how were we supposed to fix my mistake. We finally decided to go back to the capsule and to see what parts were missing. We got there and luckily I still had the key. But most of the windows were broken so we would need to fix that. Some of the engine was missing, well more importantly the piston was missing. I had been there for about three weeks now and we finally had everything fixed. Early that morning we got up and said our goodbyes.
She came up to be and hugged me tight.
“I’m going to miss you so much. Once you get everything fixed tell the other me everything.”
“Of course! And I’m going to miss you too. You would have really liked the other you. Bye!” I got in and I typed in February 12, 1809. Here goes