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Yours Truly, 2095
by Brian Paone
GENRE: Time Travel Romance
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.
She bundled up the daisies and walked to the register.
“Dozen Gerbera daisies.”
As soon as the words were spoken, a beam reacted to her voice by dancing slightly, and the price appeared on the counter: $92.90.
I reached into my pocket and felt the outline of the ELO next to the money J0 had given me. I pulled out the money and counted it. Keats gave me my change back and handed me the flowers. I thanked her and headed for the exit door.
I stopped and turned back toward her.
“Kuiama, does that mean anything? It’s such a curious name for a mall.”
“During the Great Revolt of ’42, there was a police officer who recklessly fired into a crowd of protestors in the parking lot of this mall. He was only protecting the people, but tragically someone got killed. Fortunately for him, his trial wasn’t heard until after the revolt was over.”
“Why was that fortunate for him?”
“Well, you know, the Justice Computer took jurisdiction over all police agencies after the revolt. He was stripped of his certification and badge but never criminally prosecuted. He ultimately found out that the man he killed was a single dad who had a daughter named Kuiama. He adopted her as a sort of penance for what he did. The owners of the mall wanted to dedicate it in her name, as a constant reminder of the chaos that the revolt brought upon everyone—even to us in our little town.”
“Why does this sound like it’s just an urban legend?”
“Everything from those few years during the revolt practically was one big urban legend. The history ViewBooks that are being taught in schools right now make it sound like it was as bad as a resurgence of the Dark Ages—a new world record, a new world power, a new law enforcement regime, and a new censorship control. This was everything the revolt was originally against, and yet these new organizations were a direct result of the revolt. Such brutal irony.”
“Thank you for your time, Keats. It’s been a pleasure.”
“Enjoy your Bellis perennis.”
I headed for the food pavilion to find a restroom where I could ditch the ELO. I was somewhat disappointed that the food pavilion looked normal and that there wasn’t a bright array of new and exotic futuristic food concoctions.
Once I found the men’s room, I searched the stalls for some kind of ventilation system. I stood on a toilet and slid the ELO into the bottom of the vent easily enough. I was free!
I exited Kuiama’s and headed for the one place in Isabella Creek I desperately needed to see for myself. As I moved at a half jog, I could feel the cold wind still blowing. Thankfully the layout of Isabella Creek hadn’t changed all that much, and I was able to find what I was looking for without any incident. After I walked down Laredo Avenue, I slowed to a stroll.
West Winter Street.
I took a deep breath and exhaled even more deeply.
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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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