In Time

Prologue

"Dr. Kvoltz, it's nice to see you." A middle-aged bald man enters the small office that peers into the adjoined warehouse.

The man's words aren't acknowledged by the character standing next to his desk, focused intensely on the blueprints in front of him. Dr. Kvoltz's gray hair is ruffled, as if it has not been combed for days, and bags line his eyes. His hunched back could be attributed to his old age or to the fact that he had been staring at the same page for days, hoping that he was not missing anything important.

"Dr. Kvoltz," the bald headed man repeats. His cerulean dress shirt sticks to his torso in odd places, and some of these spots are visibly damp with sweat. If one were to walk into the office, they would think he had run a marathon to be so sweaty in a room as cold as the one they were in.

Finally, Dr. Kvoltz looks up and offers a nod to his companion.

"I see that management sent you as soon as they received the news, Mr. Park. It's almost done." Kvoltz smiles humorlessly. A low breathy chuckles escapes him, unnerving the younger man.

"Well, of course. It's of utmost importance!" Park attempts to lighten the mood by smiling, but he is met by Kvoltz's silence. "I. . .I see that the last few days must be taking a toll on you."

Park lifts the file he is holding in his right hand and opens it. Moving over to the desk, he places the contents in front of Kvoltz. The words Non-Disclosure Agreement sit boldly at the top of the only page in the file.

"Another one?" Kvoltz smirked. "I thought I signed one of these last week. . .and the week before that too."

Park swallows noisily before responding: "This is the last one. If you remember anything after this is all over, you can say nothing of it, and if it fails--"

"I start over. Again. I know," Kvoltz responds. He looks up from his desk and gazes through the window, his eyes lingering on the machine that stands squarely in the center of the warehouse. From so far away, the black metal appears matte, and the blue lights running through the material contrast amazingly.

Kvoltz continues to study his creation, making out a door. Right next to it is a screen that looks similar to what one might see on a scoreboard in basketball. However, instead of displaying the time, the screen has twelve blanks. Four for the time. Eight for the date.

Kvoltz looks back down at the paper. Without hesitation, he signs the paper.

I hope you guys like the prologue! I've actually had this book in mind for some time, but I haven't had been able to make any time to write it. Okay, maybe I laze around too much. . .

Anyways, I'm planning to try an update once a week. I have the story mapped out, so I might start updating quicker as I slip into a rhythm (if I ever do).

I will work on a cover, so that should be up next week too! Please give feedback. Do you like where it might be going? Are you interested? I tried to make this chapter make people kind of uncomfortable while still being mysterious. It didn't really work out because it ruined the flow of things. The story will start to pick up pretty quickly, though.

You can click the little star if you want :)

P.S. I did start (it was like 3 chapters in) a book a while back that had this same idea, but I took it down because I thought of a better plot.