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For the longest time I thought that this world was normal. I can admit when I am wrong. When something scientific is discovered usually you hear about it on the news or over the web, but when you don't there usually is a reason. Those reasons can vary from the idea that the discovery is not interesting or relevant or the discovery is so dangerous that no one should know about it. Keep this in mind while I tell the tale of my first trip out to California.
I live my life as normal as possible. I am a single twenty-eight year old male with brown hair and a thin short build. My job as a data analyst here in St. Louis is secure and pays very well. I have no life. In my five years of work I have spent only three vacation days, brother's wedding, sister's wedding, and a Dodgers game. My life is mundane, I work, I read, I sleep, and that's about it. I don't have much of a social life, but I would like one, but I just can't get myself to go outside with no purpose. Which explains why I went to California for the first time.
It happened one Monday as I was going though data looking for what should be changed to make the outcome what was desired, and something happened. It was like hearing a cuss word on the radio. I know something happened, but I had no proof, and I can't go back to check. I asked around if anyone else felt anything odd, and no one did. Then it happened again, the same feeling like a wave or breeze of energy that happened in under a second. Expecting this, I noticed that it came from behind, from the west. I walked outside and in a few moments it happened again. It came from the west.
Thinking that I was going insane I decided that I needed to find out about this. I told my boss that I was taking my two and a half weeks vacation. After a quick trip home I was on the road again. I was going west on I-70 feeling the waves of energy in packs. There would be a period of between three to ten waves of energy, but for two or three hours nothing and then it would pick up again. I drove for the whole day, and into the night. With cruise control, power steering, and caffeine I drove for over twelve hours, before I had to sleep.
The next day was the same as the first, but this time I was listening to the radio. From the 'Celebrity Files' at a swimsuit fashion show in Los Angeles the day before all hell broke loose when some of the women's bottoms would fall off and they wouldn't even notice. Some women would hook their thumbs on their tops, and then they would be stuck there. There were also some unconfirmed reports about backstage being some type of naked orgy. I thought this was funny, at the time.
All that day the waves of energy came and went hour after hour and an hour after turning off I-70 and onto I-15 I needed some sleep. In some ratty hotel that promoted that they had cable I just got into the sheets and was about to leave this world when the waves of energy started up again. This kept me up for a while so I decided to catch up on some news. Well CNN was still talking about the fashion show that was an adolescent man's dream. Granted they showed an edited version of the women losing their bottoms, but the idea was there. I did notice two things in the video that they looped and played five times. One, the women who had their thumbs stuck, they were not stuck with glue, the thumbs came off easily. Two, there was one young man with brown hair and glasses who was laughing when the bottom fell off, and was not in shock like everyone else.
The next morning I was determined to make it to LA before I fell asleep, or should I say before I found a bed to fall asleep in. As dusk fell I could feel the intensity of the waves of energy to be stronger than ever before, and that helped out finding where it came from. I followed the feeling in my car and it centered on one building with a modeling school inside. I sat and waited. I didn't want to go into the place since I didn't know what it was, and the fact that I was the only one who could feel it I didn't want to look like a nut. Time went by and there were no waves of energy. If what ever was causing the energy had left the building I wouldn't know it until another wave came from someplace I was not.
After about an hour a wave came. I just happen to have been looking at the front door when it came and I had my first clue that I was not insane. From the cosmos itself a man seemed to appear. Before the wave the doorway was empty, and then a young man stood there in the weak light of a street lamp. I couldn't tell if it was the same man I witnessed from the television, but he did have brown hair and thick glasses, but he seemed to be tall and with a good build. From a distance I could just make out some acne and a few birth marks on his neck. His cloths were rumpled and he looked tired and I think I knew why. On his left wrist was a very large watch that seemed to extend to his forearm it looked like one of those mobile computers. When he hailed a cab I followed.
I checked into the same motel that the man went to. I was happy to see that it was not a very expensive hotel, but he did take the penthouse. I was able to check to see who he was and I got a name Stuart Clap. So I just pulled out my laptop and plugged into the DSL line in the room and searched for a Stuart Clap. In that time I felt another wave of energy. I didn't find a Stuart Clap, but I did find a Walter Clap. Walter was a research scientist in the field of manipulation of time. Stuart is his son. Walter lives in the San Bernardino, California close enough to LA.
I didn't really know what to do about Stuart Clap, but I did know what to do about my rumbling stomach. When I went down to the lobby I just preceded Stuart. Stuart looked well rested and he had taken a shower in the time since I had last seen him, and that had only been about one hour. My stomach could wait. Stuart walked down the less than crowded sidewalk and I was about one hundred feet behind.
I noticed her when he noticed her. She was in a bright yellow dress that hung on her swaying hips, and her hair seemed to wave with a life of its own. I couldn't see her face, but her body made me drool with lust. Stuart lifted his wrist computer and pressed something on it, and there came one of the most intense waves of energy I had felt yet. In that instant Stuart had moved twenty feet with now rumpled cloths and a flushed face.
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The woman seemed to take one step and she almost collapse. She shook her head and crumpled down on the grass she reached under her now rumpled yellow dress and seemed to touch something. When she brought her hand out from under her dress she smelled her finger tips. All this time Stuart was watching her from next to a pretzel vender. He did something to her. He used that wrist computer, affected her, and he moved about twenty feet in an instant.
About this time I started to do some serious thinking. I tried to think that life is normal, and this thing with Stuart Clap should be normal too. That's not what was happening. Okay Walter Clap was working on manipulating time could it be that Stuart Clap was using his father's work to paint the town red? |
I tried to think about my college physics and all that I could remember about time was it was relative, what ever that means. Yet if I was trying to think of things that were not normal could it be that Stuart Clap could move independent of time? Here's the think though, how could he make those women at the fashion show think that their thumbs were stuck to their tops when they weren't.
Oh well time to stop being subtle, it thought. When Stuart was at the mouth of an alley I hit him as hard as I could to the back of his head where the neck meets the skull. This only stunned him and so I hit him again and again dragging him into the ally. I quickly pulled off his wrist computer and the adjoining belt CPU, and ran. I don't know if Stuart even knew who I was, but I didn't go back and ask. I slipped the device into my coat and quickly ducked into a liquor store. I bought some pre-made sandwiches and a six-pack of beer, and placing the wrist computer into the bag too I went back to my room. With one month-old sandwich and one can of beer in me I took a look at the computer. There was a small keyboard on the bottom of a LCD screen and different buttons on the sides. There was only one program inside the computer and it was labeled 'time stop' according to the screen. I did the 'read me' file and it was directions to attach the computer to my wrist and then run the program. It went on to explain that the computer shifted reality so the wearer would be going faster than everyone else would. In that mode anything said to a person, that would be frozen, will be obeyed in any and all manner. That would explain the fashion models.
After the fourth beer I was curious and a little tired. So I attached the computer and activated the program. Everything seemed the same except sound stopped and what light there was seemed dimmed. I opened the door and looked down the hallway and there was an old couple frozen. I walked down to them and looked over their still form and went back to my room and fell asleep still wearing the computer. I awoke what I would guess many hours later, to a still frozen world. I tried to take a shower but I didn't want to get the computer wet, and when I turned the knob no water came out. Perhaps it was not the best idea to have a computer in the same room that I was taking a shower, but when I heard some thumping on the front door to my room I thought better. I quickly stepped out of the shower and with a towel around my waist I strapped on the computer and froze time. I was freezing. The water lost its warmth and I dried off the best I could. When I opened the door to my room I saw Stuart turned around looking at the door to the bathroom.
After I got dressed I figured it was time to test out the mind control aspect of the computer, "Okay Stuart you are now going to answer any and all questions I pose to you truthfully and in as much detail as possible. You will not attack me or attempt to get back this wrist computer. You will not leave this room until I tell you, and you will not use the phone. You will not speak above a normal tone of voice. You will do as I tell you." I restarted time just to see if it worked. "Shit," Stuart said in a higher pitched voice and expected, "you got to me didn't you?"
"Now, now I ask the questions here," I said sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Tell me, how did you find me?"
Stuart sat down in one of the provided chairs; "It wasn't hard. I saw you check in so I knew you were staying here, and I knew about the time you checked in so I just looked for a male about twenty-five to thirty years old without a companion. Then it was just one of three guys. You were the first."
"Your father made this didn't he?" I asked.
"Not quite," Stuart said relaxing a bit. "He developed the computer that would freeze time for whatever was in its field. I just took the program and put it on the computer that you now have, and was field-testing it. How did you find me?"
Good question, I didn't know. Yet I asked. "When did you learn you could control people's minds?"
"Right away," Stuart said. "When I was testing it in Bernardino and when I said to an ice-cream guy I would take two dips free of charge when I restarted time he did just that. I found that it only worked on a face to face basis, but it would work on anyone and they would do anything, think anything, feel anything, remember anything. Women are the most fun. I was a virgin before that thing, and now I have had sex over fifty times. The first was the librarian in Bernardino, and boy was she a good fuck. Right in the middle of the back stock of books."
"Okay, okay I get the idea," I said.
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Okay so I had to deal with this. I stopped time and told Stuart to leave my room and return to his and forget everything about the ability to stop time and the mind control that goes with it. And I decided to have some fun. It was late at night, but the bar in the motel was still crowded. There was a blond woman with even blonder highlights in a black dress sitting at the bar with a dark drink. Her breasts seemed to defy gravity and her hourglass figure seemed to be of an artist's mind and not nature. I froze time and went to the woman. "The next time you take a drink you will remove your dress and bra, and do five jumping jacks. You will then sit down and not realize you are naked or what you did until you take another sip of your drink." |
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I went around the corner and restarted time. I went to the bar just in time to see the blond woman take a drink. As casual as brushing a hair from her face she stood up and unzipped the back of her dress to let it drop to the floor around her ankles to expose her black undergarments. She reached around to her back and unclasp the black bra she had on to release the support her large breasts had. Her arms went up and she jumped and her legs widened. Her breasts, pulled up by her body, sagged for a moment but became level with her chest. When she landed, her low heals caught her as her breasts fell and bounced knocking together having her dark nipples go wild. She did this four more times before sitting down on the stool she previously sat. Sweat popped out on her skin after her little exercise. Everyone was in awe at her. The show was better than any entertainment anyone had all night. Dry of mouth the woman picked up her drink and took a large mouthful. The spell was broken and she screamed. |
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I left the motel leaving the laughter of men behind me. I wanted to find some luscious woman to have fun with. It was late at night and I didn't think that I would find anyone but luck was on my side. There on the side of the street was a photo shoot of a car with a night backdrop and a very sexy woman on the hood. She had dark, almost black, hair that curled all the way down to her waist. She wore a blue flower string bikini over her lightly tanned skin. Her eyes were a sharp green color that seemed to speak of lust and fire. Her sharp out thrust breasts looked like an extra set of handless arms. Her navel sat in the forest of stomach muscles that defined her waist. Her legs seemed to extend for miles as the well-defined cords pressed against the skin and the calf muscles showed how hard she worked out.
I wanted her. I froze time just as she was doing a head whip with her dark hair flaying out. I felt up her breasts, but there was nothing. It was like trying to feel a statue up. I wanted more. I looked around and saw a sports store still open and went in. I picked up a wooden baseball bat and went back out the model. I laid the bat down next to the director's fold up chair. I spoke quickly to the director and then to the model. I stepped back to a safe location and restarted time.
I was too far away to hear everything, but I could watch the fun. The director spoke to the model and then handed her the baseball bat. She pulled off the bottom of her bikini and started rubbing the bat against her vagina. Her face and head showed either what she was truly feeling or what she was meant to feel. The head of the wooden bat slipped into her body with juices flowing around the thick cylinder. The bat itself slid into her what looked like eight inches with her face emitting a loud scream that even I could hear. She went on like this for over a quarter of an hour, and when she was done I left in search of more fun.
I could tell how all night I went on like this with all types of women, but the main point is what happened at daybreak. I had spent the equivalent of twenty hours awake and I needed sleep. So like last time I returned to my motel room and activated the computer to stop time. The next thing I knew I was woken up by a knock on my door and a woman calling out, "HouseKeeping!" In my sleep the computer had come off my wrist and belt. And since it was in another dimension the computer was invisible and thus I couldn't touch it. In short Dr. Clap, somewhere and sometime in room 329 of the Hampton Inn in Los Angeles. If you can get to it, more power to you.
Finally, your son is a prick.
-Name withheld by Fifth Amendment.
THE END