Jeff Blue - the victim of a time-travel conspiracy - wakes up trapped in the year 2095. The only familiar face is J0, a robotic copy of the wife he left behind in 1981. But can she be trusted? J0 could be the only key to unlock Jeff's journey home, but it will require her to do something against her programming, something human.
During Jeff's perilous journey through the future, he will have to discover the truth about J0's origins, and solve the mystery behind how he wound up in 2095, in order to uncover the reality of his own destiny.
Armed with a one-way ticket to the moon, Jeff must race against the clock to seize what might be his last chance to return home to his time. A time without hover cars, Justice Computers, or TeleSkins - a time over 100 years ago.
“Is there any way we can go back to the house on West Winter Street?” I asked. “Maybe it’ll help spark some more memories.”
“Sure, sure,” she said. Her voice was back to its normal tone.
“Really? What was the address again?”
“Nine-twenty-nine,” she answered. “Hey … are you okay?”
I felt all the blood rush from my head and collect itself in my stomach. I had to sit down. I wish I had thought to swing by 929 West Winter Street when I had the chance. It would have been interesting to see what that house had looked like too.
“I just needed a moment to sit down.”
“We could go there tomorrow after breakfast.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of this afternoon. That way we would be home in time for dinner and I could help you cook.”
J0’s face lit up. I could see that the suggestion brought her a lot of warmth. Plus it was probably my last opportunity to see the house.
“That works too, I suppose,” she said. “Would you like to drive the Higgs?”
“The hover car?” I repeated and laughed out loud. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“Why not?” J0 asked and grabbed her purse off the end table.
It was different from back at the Avalon Hotel, when flying seemed to be the only form of escape from her. This time, there was no sense of danger or urgency. The thought of driving and flying actually scared me.
“I just think it would be much safer if you drove.”
“Nonsense! It’s like riding a bike. You never really forget once you’ve learned.”
How could I tell her that the problem was I had never learned?
“Fine, fine. You’re off the hook this time, Mr. Blue,” she said and pointed a finger at me playfully.
We got into the Higgs Boson, and the engine roared to life as soon as J0 swiped her driver’s license. She put it in Reverse to back out of the driveway, and we floated to cruising altitude.
We drove out onto—or rather, above—Greenwood Avenue to visit my old house that was never really mine in the first place.
Brian Paone was born and raised in the Salem, Massachusetts area. An award winning author, his love of writing began through the medium of short stories at the young age of twelve. After almost 20 years of consistently writing short stories for only his friends and family to read, Brian's first full-length novel was published in 2007, and he has published two more since then. Brian is married to an Officer in the US Navy, and they have 3 children. Brian is a Police Officer for the St. Mary's GA Police Department and has been working in Law Enforcement since 2002. He is also a self-proclaimed roller coaster junkie, and his favorite color is burnt-orange.
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