Ripples in Time

De: Darlene Zagata

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

The hum of the temporal displacement chamber was a lullaby Roger had come to both cherish and fear. Tonight, it was a desperate plea. Weeks had bled into a silent agony since the light of Project AEON's prototype had swallowed his wife, Rita, and their team whole. The official reports offered sterile condolences and closed files, another casualty of bleeding-edge science. But Roger knew better. He had held Rita's hand as they charted the impossible, mapped the currents of time itself. He knew the whispers of branching realities, the echoes of what-ifs that shimmered just beyond their grasp.

Now, armed with his intimate knowledge of their creation and a grief that gnawed at his soul, Roger stood on the precipice of the unknown. He had bypassed the locked doors and silent sentinels of the AEON facility, the weight of his unauthorized mission a heavy cloak on his shoulders. The prototype pulsed around him, a cage of humming energy waiting to be unleashed. He had a destination in mind: the last known coordinates of their ill-fated jump, a point where their timeline had fractured, perhaps creating another.