Let me start by saying this - Time travel is not possible. I am the weakest of evidence to either prove or disprove that theory. My failed attempt resulted in me traveling 150 years into the past and becoming less than a voice in the head of my host, this novice writer. Something must have gone wrong; my body didn’t make the transition. I’m not even born at this time yet, and the way things are going it doesn’t look good.

Over time, some of my visions of the future have faded. Several major events, events that I remember clearly did not occur. I feel like the longer I dwell in this man’s head, doing nothing, the more insubstantial I become. I need to live! Even if only in these stories, trapped in this phantom’s existence.

I’ve filled this clod’s head with my true visions of the future and inspired him to write about them. The names and events did not happen that way of course. I’ve combined events and characters a bit to make the story more appealing and exciting. Artistic license and all that. But the major events and technology are real. Was real. As real as me at least. Ah hell, I guess that’s not saying much for my case.

The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.

As I’ve inspired this rather uncreative Morlock with my tales of future wonders. I felt like I was helping to drive this screwed up timeline back to my glorious future. Even more so now that I’ve convinced the recalcitrant thug to post the stories online. I feel my awareness growing stronger as more people read my stories. I remember more and more from my time, your possible future. Indeed, your best potential future.

Yes, It can be scary. But it’s so much more vibrant than this shadow of life you “enjoy” now. The world empowered by nanotechnology, brain-computer interfaces, advanced energy production, and artificial intelligence enable the best, and I guess the worst, of everything to happen! A world of unlimited possibility and adventure! I also guess some measure of danger, for those ill-equipped to handle exponential change. But making omelets requires some egg cracking, yeah?

I want my time back, my life back! If I can share this story, my story, with enough people then perhaps we can get there. Together. Alas, this slow-thinking slab of meat that I now live in is distracted by his day job. Making a living in this pre-abundance wasteland. Perhaps if they support this crude buffoon’s hobby with their recognition and feedback. Then, just maybe, he may spend more time on it. We may yet have a chance to steer this timeline back to its true potential.

Come friends and dream of the future with me. Support my mentally stunted, slow-witted prison, err .. host. We can make it happen if enough people believe in it. You can do it. We can do it. Together.