Alexander
Carrington
by Michael S.
Collins
Time travel.
The big what if. Grandfather paradoxes aside,
what would you do with the ability to go anywhere
in time. Think of the good it would do, to go
back and halt some horrible event in the past.
Are you nodding in agreement? Then read on, for I
have such a time machine, and until recently I
felt the same way.
My name is
Alexander Carrington, and whilst I did not create
the first time travel device in history, I was
the first to travel in time. I remember when the
professor showed me his invention. He was my
boastful next door neighbour, but it seems he had
the talent and desire to back up his boasts. He
held out in his hand the labour of his work.
“It’s
a digital watch” I said.
“Ah
no”, said the professor, “it may look
like a digital watch, but it is much more than
that. This is the world first time travel device.”
I think the
old man wanted to emulate Einstein, hair and all.
A time travel device? I was intrigued.
“Time
travel”, I said, “How does that work?”
He showed me.
I thanked him, then shot him. Did I mention I was
a killer? Well, I do not think of myself as a
killer. But the man who was such a genius was
hardly about to hand over his lives work –
or his comb – and so now he need not worry
about either. For all I know, he could have been
dying of cancer, and I did him a favour. Yes, a
favour. When he invited me into his flat, it was
an open invitation to give and take. So I gave
sleep and took his invention. Sound fair? I
thought that it would if you saw things my way.
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