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“You’re not at the end of your troubles,” the mud creature continues, “You see, time is a line and has to be kept that way because it is infinite.   No time line is to cross another or else…”


“Time warps.  Which year in history can you possibly come from?  2150?”

“1602,” Captain Traumatic says.

“2578,” Captain Sunblast continues.

“I’ve no concept of time,” the King-Fool remarks.

“Time?” asks Birdseye, “what for?”

“All creatures are aware of time zero, or death,” the Mud creature says.

“I’ve always existed,” the King-Fool says.

“I live for and in the moment,” Birdseye says.

“You’re fools,” Mud-man says, “the whole lot of you.  Time lines run in parallel.  Each time has its own reality, its own worlds and universes.”

“Why are you here?  Why have you been arrested?” Captain Traumatic asks.

“I’m a time travel agent.  I’m accused of lending time I don’t own.  Nothing new, I’m a regular.  You see, when borrowed time must be put it back, the people I lent it to don’t return from their trip in spite of their guarantee: they leave their time identity here, which means that if they don’t come back at the appointed time, they lose their identity for eternity; they become outlaws on iEarth, without reprieve.”

“We’re not outlaws.  We do come from Earth.  We’ve nothing to hide.  I can explain,” Captain Sunblast asserts.

“You won’t get away with it,” the Mud creature says, “you haven’t given a single clue that you’re not lying.”

“But you believe us?”

“I don’t.  If find your lies well-crafted and interesting.”

“Yet you can’t tell lies from truth from your customers?”

“That’s why I look the way I do. There are untold benefits in believing the client at any cost.”

To be continued…


“Where are you taking us?” Captain Traumatic asks.

“Prison,” T3 says.

“Travelling in the future, unless you are coming back to your present from the past which doesn’t count as future time, is forbidden.  Talking about it can land you in jail,” the Mud creature says.

“Tell me more,” Labaguette insists.

“We’ve got rights,” Captain Sunblast insists.

“Your very ignorance of the rules is a tell-tale sign of guilt.  No one can afford to ignore the rules nor pretend to being ignorant,” T3 continues, “judges may only deliberate about a case when reasonable doubt is present.”

“What proof do you need?”

“You’ve nothing to do with warped time travelling and besides, you came from Earth when it no longer exists.  You travelled to the future and right now, you are sealing your coffin even harder.”

“We might want to fix the past,” Labaguette says, a spark of intelligence zooming in and out of his eyes fast, perching on his new found mud friend’s shoulder.

“No one can predict the future.  Nothing is set in stone, nor should it be.”

“We did not predict how this place would be when we came here,” Captain Traumatic says.

“The news has it that coming in this very year 4,398, was an act that was intended: it is unforgivable by law.”

“What else?”

“We’re all electronically wired to the news: our brains register it without needing to spend time learning about it, we just know.  If you’re not wired to the news, you’re automatically dubbed an outcast, an ignorant, a transient and therefore an outlaw.

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“Welcome to iEarth, transients.  C’mon, shove off to the back!”

“We’re from Earth too,” Captain Sunblasts insists.  We’re human, not transients.  Loosen that rope!”

“You’re transients.  You’re criminals.  This is iEarth.  Earth is no longer.”

“Earth or iEarth what’s the difference?”

“Ignorance adds to your criminality: no one, you hear me?  No one can ignore the law.”

“But if we don’t know the rules, how can we know about the law?”

“Precisely, HA! HA! HA!… HAAAHAHAHAHA…  I am the law and time is the only commodity here.  It’s your gold, your cash, your life.  It’s everything.  If you haven’t got no time, then you’re wasting mine.”

“We don’t have your type of change.  If that makes us criminals, then we’ve rights for a lawyer I—”

“—See the Ute you’re sitting in?  It’s the ancient remnant left of Earth before the ‘i’ because it’s still road worthy and it ain’t wasting government resources, nor its time, like you are.  Besides, there are no lawyers no more.”

“Suppose we’re transients and we don’t go about cash in time value.”

“Suppose you’re just that.  You’re still criminals.”

Then, a stranger emerges from the back of the Ute, a creature, part human, part mud.  It says:

“Man.  You’ve got some way to go.  Over here, and this needs crammed into your pea size brains, time is cash, a commodity, your life, like T3 said.  It’s contained in the electronic hour glass that everyone wears around their neck: the finer the time particle contained within it, the better the quality of time travel and the more expensive, because time travel can span from a few seconds, minutes, hours in the past, to days, weeks, years, centuries or even millions of years if you chose to and can afford it.  Are you really from Earth?”

“You don’t travel in the future?”

To be continued…


This, because their attention is entirely devoted to one thing and one only: working on and with their time, trading time, watching it go by, retrieving it, discussing it, buying it, selling it, all the while eating, drinking and readjusting their mini hourglass, so as not to waste time, as if their lives depended on it.

When the bar tender brings their order and asks for his cash, Captain Traumatic hands him over one of his most treasured and most famous brew.

“Won’t do” the bartender says, rolling his eyes.

“Two bottle, here, two!” ventures the Captain while Labaguette sees it as appropriate to pluck one of his very own golden feathers to add weight to the bargain.

“Time.  You pay in time,” the bartender insists with thunder rumbling in his voice.  And, as green fumes escape from his ears, nose and mouth, he whistles so loud time appears suspended, silence falls into the room like a concrete wall until a two creatures’ military formation, part men, part robots mingling blood vessels and wires steps in:


“I’m Labaguette.  This is Birdseye, the King-Fool, Captain…”

“IDs or cash in time!”

“Captain Sunblast” says this cosmonaut, attempting his NASA’s identity card.

“Time squad. T3 Lieutenant.  What do you take me for?  Round them up!” he orders.  Then, a metallic rope circles the seven crew before tightening its grip around them, securing their hands, feet and waists.  Then it forces them out of the bar, onto the back of an old Ute that contrasts with the rest of this ultra-modern, mega-futuristic world.

To be continued…


“Should be?  This uncertainty at your level is beyond belief.”

“Mathematical probabilities and time are what I specialise in.”

“How could you know we’d get at that particular time of the planet’s scientific progress?”

“I added an inbuilt memory of the future inside the capsule, a circuit that projects itself in the history of future and stores itself.  It can be viewed as an electronic future history book on any computer.”


“—Shut up!” Captain Starcrusher says, “we shall get to this bottom of it when the time is right, back home and in a space agency court”, as he follows the others eager to discover this new world and to mingle: Birdseye, Labaguette, Captain Traumatic have left the Insatiable Princess and are finally stepping onto solid grounds.  They join an eclectic crowd comprising creatures of all kinds and, it seems, they fit because most creatures they cross path with barely lift an eyelash: creatures of all shapes, sizes and colours who are concentrating on their portable electronic mini-hour glass that combines the limited technology of an era when time gazing was an art form, and each and every grain of sand that could be seen falling felt as if eternity was real, with the innovative and available expedient time travel of year 4,398.

But Labaguette and Birdseye, in a way, stand out: all of the flying objects and vehicles are manmade.  There are no birds.

They enter a bar.  There too, you would think that when three cosmonauts, a king-fool, a tall man-bird, a parrot and a pirate from the past step in, they would inevitably attract attention but, except a bar tender with a single suspicious eye and mind, more concerned about the contents of his till, not a single creature raises an eyebrow.

To be continued…


“You’ve altered the rules and interfered with the possibilities offered by one capsule, tampering with time,” Captain Starcrusher says, “It is unforgivable.  We do not know what this future holds but we know of yours: it shall be as it is said.”

“Why not admit you did it?” Captain Clusterflame insists, looking at Captain Sunblast.

“I locked it.  I locked the capsule’s timing so it could not be interfered with.  But only after I found it in the wrong box,” Captain Sunblast maintains, “now, out with the truth, you,” he says, holding Captain Clusterflame’s tighter.

“I adjusted the capsule’s electronic handles to delay it by one earth second for every two intergalactic seconds that elapsed,” Captain Clusterflame admits, “for safety reasons.”

“What does that mean?”

“If my calculations are right, we should—”

“—There’s a chance you could be right?”

“This mist is thick beyond belief,” Captain Traumatic says, “where is it taking us?”

Then there is a thump and a clang.  The type of thump you hear when your ship and your shuttle dock in unison.

“Look, this isn’t bad as it seems,” Captain Clusterflame insists.  “We’re back on Earth, should be.”

In front of them, it looks like Earth, only busier they’ve known it to be: buildings of all sizes spread as far as they can see and behind them, the sea is covered by a thick blanket of impenetrable mist that lingers.  Each building has an unbuilt clock at its top and the sounds of ticking echoes all around them.  Only a few display the same time.

“What year is this?” Captain Starcrusher asks.

“The year time travel was made official and available to all, before the Great Time War.  Should be year 4,398.”

To be continued…