Fallout: The Man Who Stopped Time

The Most Dangerous Game

My Neighbours called me a fool for collecting fibre optics and risking my life to grab as much wires to build a time machine in this so called new world born from the nuclear waste that animals and humans feed on, I Professor Greebly, came from a vault that made me make friends with the most unlikely of characters and personalities and then kicking me out to explore and to salvage what's left of a world to rebuild, to reconstruct hope and investment in bygone America? The world without a leader is a free society without rules and responsibility except to feed and look after yourself, still I miss home and I came out too late for a life I lived with the people now gone, died by their own ignorance and irony.

Vault Tec kept us in the dark to make sure those experiments on us were the best of prolonging humanity, but I miss the City of Watoga before robots took our jobs and left most of the workers sleeping in a rusty caravan, I was a professor at the high school training young minds to think of the technology that nuclear emissions provide us with the power to think of its enjoyment, but the more we used it the worst human society got, changes affected their ways and they grew lazy and less productive thinking that human invention was non-existent leave it to the robots to do our work and look after us, but that's before the bombs dropped, before the war we were workers and people we were a community of lovers and joy.

I hope that this invention of mine proves that time and space can work the way that I spent years on, as I cannot change the future as its destined to happen at least I get to see what the world looked like before it ended and experience the next chapter with my own eyes, my neighbours are catching up with some strangers that came back after they let the Vault dwellers rebuild their broken homes an society, but also the Raiders a people of Jacked up four arms, dyed hair and leather clothes asks me to pay compensation for not killing me at my own residence, its why you carry a combat sniper in your bag if you don't want to be shot without expectations.

The door is sliding open of the tubular container, last time I tested my experience on a rat, it ended up getting teleported two feet away and suffering from a time relapse meaning it grew 30 years older for traveling to far into time and teleporting regaining its time, that thing was at least dead once the sun hit its eyes but wonder what it would have seen if it saw that long into the future?

The chamber is shut I dial in 100 years 4 days and 12,980 minutes and 56,89 seconds into the past its a long shot sort of like throwing a rock into the lake to create a ripple, a ripple of time to  open it like a curtain and shove myself into it, the machine reads the time and makes a loud electric noise as it blends into the environment and rocket shoots into the past, leaving a charcoal remain behind.