“John, your workplace is all cluttered with these papers” said a lady who had entered a small room. There was a small bed, with a laptop on the side, and there were lots of books and papers scattered on the floor.
“Here let me help you get this room tidied up” she added.
“Please do not touch anything, everything is in its proper place Victoria” said John. A young man who had his black hair all messed up, fair skinned, had glasses and looked like that he did not sleep last night.
“What are you up to know anyway?” she said asked.
“Well Victoria, I am in the verge of discovering the key to time travel” he responded.
“Isn’t that impossible John? Didn’t Stephen Hawking and other guys said that already? You do remember the story of the party of Stephen Hawking right?” she remarked.
“I actually don’t remember. Could you please replenish my memory?” he answered.
“Well, the story goes that Stephen Hawking had created a party for time travelers. He sent out invitations on the day after the party was held. Since nobody showed up he thus concluded that time travel is indeed possible, because if it was then someone should have came” she said.
“But what if they did not intend to come? What if they did not want to reveal their identity to the world because if mankind knew of the possibility of something great, they will abuse it no matter what the case? Come on Victoria tell me” he responded.
“What if you are wasting your life? I mean, look at you, you haven’t bathed in weeks. You are skinny and you rarely eat because of your project. At least look after yourself. You are twenty six years old but still you haven’t even have met a decent woman” she said.
“I have already taken a step. And now, why hinder me when I have already made it near to the destination? I do not care about time. After I succeed, I will have all the time in the world. If you are here to argue with me gladly leave me to be, but if you are my friend, you will understand me. I have no time for women. Maybe not now, or maybe not ever” he said.
“I am only saying this as a friend John. Now please tell me about your latest breakthrough” she said.
“Well, have you heard of the story of Rip Van Winkle by Washington Irving, and the story of The Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court by Mark Twain right?” he asked.
“Is Rip Van Winkle the one who slept for twenty years, and woke up to a different America, and the one by Mark Twain is about a man who slept and awoke a thousand years into the past” she said.
“Exactly! These people may be according to the Fermi paradox and Carl Sagan which states that there is a probability that time travel is indeed possible. And when you sleep don’t you feel that eight hours feel just like seconds? I think, if my theories are correct, the secret to time travel is through sleep! Combine it with the theory of relativity, the use of Alcubierre holes and some research on Sigmund Freud, I, John Harrison can make time travel possible. Do you get my point Victoria?” he asked.
“Well, its been nice talking with you John, but I think its time I go to the market to buy something for lunch. Would you want anything?” she asked.
“But have you understood my concept?” he asked.
“Do you want something? This is the last time I asked” she angrily said.
“Nothing, nothing” he murmured.
“Well, I’m off. You go do your, whatever you are doing” she finished and left.
