Collecting the better story concepts that pop into my head to make it coherent, will be updating stories as they play out in my head in real time, as much as possible anyways
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"What the hell am I looking at right now?" Rout Russels yells out, as he scans the data on the holo display.
"Sir," a shy voice responds, "I am not sure, it doesn't match any of the data on record," shy Sheela is the name of the intern Dr Russels was assigned this term.
The two of them were examining the remains of a strange device, it seemed to be a communicator of some sort. It was smashed by a member of a team of criminals trying to incite an insurrection.
As difficult as it was to believe, there were some who did not agree with the current political structure. It could not be simpler. One planet, one nation, one ruler, one people. Dedicated to the advancement of society, discovery, and expansion.
These insurrectionists. They argued endlessly that there was a better way. Every voice must be heard. Mankind was not made to be ruled. They were meant to be equals with one another.
Ignorant foods. Thought the Doctor. Infighting amongst ourselves only serves to delay the progress of scientific discovery.
He paused as he looked down at the neatly smashed device those same insurrectionists had brought to his laboratory table. Well, he supposed, I guess they have at least some merit, when they dig up interesting toys like this for me to play with.
It could never be confirmed. But there was talk that the upper echelon of the leadership, were in possession of devices much more advanced than any of the technologies that the common people had access to.
"I'm a scientist who discovers a signal which assists me in developing time travel tech, but no one else believes me, so I tried to sell it black market, which gets me into trouble with space police," he speaks again to no one in particular.
"So I try it on myself to go into the future, where I find that they are expecting me to save their world, seemingly the signal was sent for the very purpose of finding a hero for their doomed society."
"I use their advanced tech to send specs back in time so I can invent the very time travel technology I am using to create it, seemingly closing the paradox," he again blurts out and wonders again what it is possessing him to narrate what he is seeing.
"Then, after an epic accomplishment, I'm now their worlds' hero. At their insistence, they pay me anything I want as a reward, and also as an incentive to stay in future," wait, why did it skip ahead he wonders to himself.
"My lab assistant and I fall in love with each other. So now we live in hotel together, which are much more reasonably priced since here, home ownership and rental agreements are seen as more of a fruitless endeavor. Instead of setting down on a single place, this allows the denizens of the future society experience living in many different locales."
However, he is met by a mysterious figure. In the fringe parts of the city there are places where you can pay to have shape shifter machine reconfigure your appearance.
By using strange fluid injections and handheld precision tools, one can change their own appearance by rearranging your facial muscles.
Through this technology, he meets a famous rock star at a house party, or so he thinks at first until he realizes that it is just a face that has been shape shifted into looking like the star.
This prompts him to go to the face swap shop, and squish his face into a replica of the star and attempt to sing like him. his mechanic makes him look more youthful, and even sings better thanks to synthetic body parts.
