Prologue, a Scientist

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Before the prologue, I want to make an acknowledgment.

Thank you to my cousin. He made this up when we were 9 years old and I added some details. He let me use it. THANKS!

Ok, back to the prologue.

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Seriously.
Stupid machine!
I made a time machine. I know, I'm awesome. Before you start asking for my autograph, I need to tell you about this machine.

It's really dumb, sorry to say. It needs samples of other times. So I thought, yeah I'll just rob a museum. Long story short, the cops found out. So I had to move to New Jersey. (Yeah I got away with it.)

Hey! Stop asking for my autograph! I asked you not to.

Anyway, I've spent 25 years trying to open a portal into another time dimension. I've almost succeeded. BUT IT JUST NEEDS THOSE STUPID SAMPLES!

If you're not sure what I mean by samples, I mean people or things from another dimension. Once I upload the info into the computer, I can travel anywhere anytime.

The time machine, (whom I have named Joe,) can open small portals for short periods of time because I have given it the full history.

No! I can't travel into the future. That's absurd! Nobody knows what the future's going to be like, so I can't tell Joe!

You're probably thinking, why doesn't he just go through the portal for a split second? Simple, I won't be able to get out.

I'm Dr. Gavin Chunk, and the pizza just arrived. I'll be back... with victims.

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