“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…