The traveler

The bubble gun

NAME: Icey2718
AGE: Eternal, bitches!
SEX: No, thank you.
LOCATION: The smelliest planet, Uranus

Isaac smiled at his new FaceSpace profile. This one was just a joke, you know, the one you fool around with on the internet. You put all of your obscene stuff on there and like all the obscene things on this profile so your business partners don't know about it, while the more serious business goes on your real profile. And to make things even harder to trace, he made it on this new social network site, whilst his old one was, obviously, on TwitIn.

Isaac looked on his watch. He was running a little late for his meeting with the rest of the Astronomy department. Today there would be a really important meeting, because the Technical Institute of Pasadena, California would be getting some new funds from the government to invest in space travel, and they would have to decide what exactly to use it for. Obviously, Isaac was hoping for space travel with life on board since that was what he was working on, but he knew just as well as all the rest it would probably go to something more useful, such as a Curiosity v2.0 for further exploration of the water recently found on Mars.
He went to his car, grabbed his keys and- no, he didn't grab his keys. They weren't in his pocket as usual.
"Carla, where are my keys?"
"In the drawer, honey! I took them out of your pocket before cleaning your pants!"
"Thanks, sugar."
He took his keys, went to the car, then realized his car doesn't need keys anymore since his fingerprint-recognition lock he invented, and tried to start the car. Nothing. He tried again. Nothing again.
He looked at the fuel meter. There was none left, and Isaac cursed.
"Stupid ghetto kids stole my fuel again," he said and went to take his bike. "Is everything going wrong today?"
He'd better not said that, because he didn't even leave the street or he was already almost run over by a bus. He cursed again, got back on his bike, and continued.

"As you all know, we're together here to decide what department we're going to fund," Mark said. Mark was the head of the Astronomy department. He'd barely even said that or Tim jumped up and shouted "Pick me! Pick me! Wormhole technology forever!"
His neighbor immediately pulled him down again saying "Shut up, Hyper."
Tim was a very fanatic boy researching wormholes, and he was really quite close to discovering one, according to him. He'd run out of funds though. His nickname came from two things at a time: hyperactive and hyperspeed.
Mark continued to talk about the funds, while Isaac was waiting for his turn to try and convince them.

Isaac looked on his watch. He wasn't feeling well.
"Is everything alright, Gard?" Philip asked.
"Not really," Isaac started. "I'm feeling a bit dizzy and light-headed..."
"If you're not feeling well, go to the bathroom before you puke all over my fucking papers!" Tim shouted. "I've been working months on those to make them perfect to be able to present them to you and now you're just going to sick on them, or what? I just can't believe it! I –"
"I'm just not feeling well, Hyper. I'm not sick," Isaac interrupted.
"Don't faint like last time!" Mark laughed.
And everyone, including Isaac, laughed with him. Last time when he did say he was alright, he fainted about two seconds later.

Isaac stepped out of the boardroom. His plan worked. He wasn't actually feeling dizzy, he just needed to get into Tim's laboratory without him being there. Which was basically never, unless there was a meeting like this.
He got into his laboratory and immediately got baffled. So much going on! There were bleeping sounds everywhere (just like a science-fiction laboratory), and at the back, one machine was busy blowing bubbles.
"Bubbles? Why would Hyper have a bubble maker in his lab?" he said to himself.
He didn't have time to think about it. He was looking for the portal gun. He has heard rumors that Tim would have used wormhole technology to make teleportation portals, and he wanted to test it. Just for fun, you know.

POOF!

He got hit in the face by a giant bubble. How did he not even see it coming? His head actually started to hurt.

POOF!

Another bubble. Isaac looked at the machine, and saw it was aiming straight for him. Probably one of Tim's defense weapons, made for scaring intruders without hurting them.
"What the heck?" he said.
He dodged the third bubble, went to the bubble maker, and looked behind it. The portal gun seems to smile at him, so shiny.

POOF!

This time the bubble hit him right in the chest. Ow, how that hurt. He got the portal gun though. He didn't exactly know how to control it, but you know, there was a button over there and- WHAM! A portal opened right on the floor, where Isaac stood. Quickly, he pressed another button and- WHAM! A second portal opened on the ceiling.
Now Isaac realized he was falling.
And falling.
And falling some more.
He was stuck in a portal loop.
He got just a little bit dizzy, and that was the last thing he remembered.