"I want to get something straight, you're from the future?" asked Einstein in the most comic face ever. His voice was rising, despite how he was trying to lower it.
"Yes, you've got to believe me—" "And then what? Is this some kind of a joke 'cause I have something very important for my wife today, I wouldn't want to miss that. You can see she's waiting. . .you might just want to wait till we're back. Go back home—" "Please, Professor," pleaded Anderson, "there is no home. Please, believe me. I'm serious when I said I landed with the aid of a time machine. . . although not on my feet—" "Nonsense! I shan't speak with you any further. And if you press on this, I'll have to call the police on you—" "But—" "Save it," he interjected, turning against him to the taxi. "Honey, anything the matter?" asked Marić, concerned. "Nothing too serious, the child's nut!" He slammed the door and ordered the taxi driver to move. "Wait!" Anderson called just as the driver had ignited the engines. All eyes dropped on Anderson. He was peering into the car. "How come it's just one woman sitting in this car?" Einstein's eyes were hot with fury, "I beg your pardon!" "No offense, Sir, but I learnt in history class that Albert Einstein married two wives in his lifetime. One of which was his childhood classmate—" "What?" Einstein asked more loosened now. "What's he talking about, honey?" asked Marić. Einstein remained silent. He knew he was planning on getting another wife that fall, or the following; and the fact that this boy could tell what had not even been discussed with his own wife was amazing. "She's my only wife," he later stuttered, "and she's my childhood classmate as well. But—" he said slowly, "you'd have to prove to me you're not a fraud." "I'm sorry to ruin whatever arrangement you had for your wife, but you have got to hear me out." Marić placed her hand on her husband's. "What year was I born?" Anderson smiled. That was a question he could answer from sleep. "You were born March 14, 1879." He and his wife exchanged glances. "Indeed it is, but the press speaks a lot these days—" "Well, Sir, you're the father of modern physics, and one of the greatest scientists ever to be conceived in a womb," Anderson continued. "And here's what the press doesn't know; Albert Einstein received a Nobel prize in Physics for his services to theoretical physics, and especially for his discovery of the law of the photoelectric effect. He died in the year 1955, on April 18." Everyone in the car stared at Anderson, mouth agape. "Did he. . .did you. . .?" the driver stuttered, unable to catch his breath. "Are you some kind of a prophet, Son?" "Did you just say my husband earned a Nobel prize?" Marić asked. "Yes, he did. In the year 1921—" "That's next year," said Einstein, fear in his voice. "Honey, can you explain what's happening here?" "And I died in 1955?" he asked, ignoring his wife. The weather began to change, signifying a heavy rain. It rattled silently from above, announcing its present. Anderson raised his eyes up to the sky. His eyes began to water. He pictured himself getting soaked inside out by the coming rain. "Please, Sir Albert Einstein — please!"THEY LISTEN INTENTLY to Anderson as he explained the reason he went back in time, not omitting any detail at all. They were all seated in the large dining room of the Alberts; the taxi man, inclusive.
At the moment, Anderson was done with the meal he was served, and he was concluding all he had been saying. He was about to say a word when a thunder rattled over their head amidst the storm outside. "Oh my!" exclaimed Marić. "How I do detest thunderstorms!" "It's not a thunderstorm, dear, it's just a thunderclap in a downpour—" Einstein interjected. "Whatever, professor!" said Marić with a warm smile which led all seated to burst into a round of laughter. Einstein turned to Anderson and said, "And by the way, Son, what is the reason you chose me?" "Huh, I don't understand you—" "I meant, why did you choose me to be a part of your solution?" Anderson smiled. "You're Albert Einstein the great. Billions of people in my time would give out everything just to be seated at your feet. You're the most intelligent person I can think of. In fact, your discovery of the law of photoelectric effect was pivotal in establishing quantum theory within physics! And can one—" Einstein came in between his words, "But how can I ever believe that those hypotheses I wrote in my jotter are one day going to be firm laws? I mean. . .I'm unsure—" he bowed his head, crestfallen, "sometimes I feel I should just give up." "Well, I'm disappointed!" All eyes turned to Anderson. "I've always know the Albert Einstein I read in books to be always confident and brave in himself not someone who gives up at a sight of failure." Anderson shaked his head and continued, "You know a quote that has always been my motivation?" They shaked their head in the negatives. "It's this, ‘We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them.’ And guess who said those words. . .Albert Einstein! Look, Sir, I believe in you. It's what you taught me to — through your actions — it's why I'm here." Einstein raised his head, uprightly. Looking at each person before him, he said, "The lad is right, I've never believed in failure. In fact, this very day I say, a person who never made a mistake never tried anything new—" turning to Anderson he said, "I'll help you achieve part of your goal with what I can do." Einstein raised from his seat, and so did Anderson, thus. Before the former knew it, the latter threw him a big, warm hug that smelt of deep gratitude. Whispering in Einstein's ear, Anderson said, "I knew you'd help me; thank you so much— "But I've done nothing yet—" "In advance then, thank you." The two loosened from the embrace, and they all enjoyed the rest of the evening together, laughing and singing. And as sunset turned night, the taxi man was self-imposed to leave the gathering to head for his own home, thanking them for such hospitality. He was one who fancied a good story, so he promised to come again the following day, by evening."Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" came a sleep-disruptive cry over Andy's head which got him startled. Brushing his eyes, he retorted, "Dad, what was that for?!" "I'm not your father, lad, it's me — Albert Einstein the great," came the reply, with a slight chuckle. "Albert what?!" Andy threw his hand under the pillow over his head and fished out his glass case. He placed his spectacle on his nose, sluggishly. "Oh, the Time Machine—" he muttered to himself. "Get your bath, immediately, we've work to do today. I got you some clothes that could take you for a couple of days," said Einstein, pointing to a waist-length drawer. He added, "When you're done, grab a quick meal from the kitchen, Marić's in the dining. I'll be at the laboratory, just so you don't get mixed up with the apartments in this house, ask my wife to show it to you." Anderson's head was processing his words, quickly.
Day 2 in the Past; Second Hour in Time. "So tell me, what's the worst thing that has ever happened to you. . .and hand me that screwdriver over there, will you?" Andy sighed and kept his hands working on the internal wires of the robot. He stole a glance at Einstein, wondering why he broke the "official silence"; at least that's what Andy called the silence he loved to maintain during working period. The same one Harrison everly broke. For Einstein, Andy saw him as just the best person to work with, he was in every way just like him. Einstein's theme was: "Speed and accuracy." "What's the worst thing that has ever happened to you?" he asked again. Andy passed the screwdriver, slowly. As indifferently as can be, he said, "Losing my mum." Einstein asked, "Losing by divorce or death?" "Death." Without going through the common process of begging pardons, Einstein continued — eyes still untu
Day 3 in the Past; Third Hour in Time.There are certain times in life when all that matters is never to give up, but just to keep pushing. That's one lesson Andy, himself, had learnt to live with.Inventing was cool and funny, but none ever denied the fact that it was also very stressful. Nevertheless, never a reason to let go even when it seemed impossible.And as his mother had always put it, "If you've got a goal, never let up on it, pursue it till you know you've had it in your hand. And after having it, make sure it was worth the stress." He never forgot those words. Even after so many years, they still remained valid to him.Balancing his teenage life with his goals had never been an easy score for Andy. Yet, he still managed to pull through. He was weird, the whole school knew he was, yet another truth for sure was that this weirdo was one cherished weirdo.Every time Andy failed on something he was working on, he always found his failure as a challe
Dingdong! "Don't worry, Honey, I'll get that," said Hanson, wiping his hands with a towel. "Who could it be?" asked Elizabeth. "You don't have any unfinished businesses on Sunday, now, do you?" Hanson smirked and walked out of the kitchen to see who rang the bell. He was sure it was Anderson, again. Quickly, he grabbed the knob of the door and pulled it in, only to behold an entirely different person. "My!" said Hanson. "Surprise, Dad!" "Surprise, Grandpa!" Right before him was Edward (his son) and his grandsons. "Oh, Edward!" he threw an arm around the shoulder of his son, while with the other hand he used in pulling his grandsons to himself. "Grandpa, come look what we got you!" Erickson was saying, pointing to the car with a finger. "Yeah!" agreed the ever excited Edison. "Okay, okay!" said Hanson after having unlocked from the brace.
"Mike, why would you even think of doing such a thing?!" Amanda Edgeton thundered."Look, I don't need your permission on how to do my stuffs, so face off!" came the reply of Michael Edgeton.He paced about in the room, and slowly raised the cigarette in-between his forefinger and middle finger to his mouth. Then, he deeped his hand into his waistcoat and fished for his lighter. Unsuccessful with that pocket, he moved to the other, then to his trouser pockets where he found it in the left side of it.Amanda Edgeton stared at her husband in confusion, hatred and hopelessness mixed with love and pity, still holding the single documented file in her right hand."Yeah, that's what you've been saying: not ever wanting a permission. Whereas all I've ever wanted was your love and consideration, even if it's not as from your wife, but at least as the mother of your teenage son, for crying out loud!"As Michael lighted the cigarette, he shaded the fire from the light
Dave Buttigieg paced around the garage with a spanner in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He muttered a curse to none in particular then uncapped the bottle, gulping down the water in a steady rythme. Turning around, he jerked at the sound of a container that was kicked. "Why're you alarmed?" asked his brother Luke, just walking in. Dave screwed his eyes at him. "And where are you coming from?" Luke advanced towards him. "Is that a question for a question, now, li'l' bro?" Dave looked the other way. "Thing is, I'm in fear these days. I do not trust that bloke." Luke smiled. "Why exactly? Can't you be a man for once?" He got closer to Dave and observed the swell of Dave's right eye, then added: "Just 'cause you were a total failure to Jake's mission doesn't mean you can't do be'er." Dave heaved out, but it wasn't that of relief.
Monday morning had a good start for Anderson. He woke up without any nightmares. He had, in fact, dreamt of Albert Einstein. It was just a wonderful dream. And very colourful as well, he could remember. In the dream, they were both in Einstein's workshop inventing unimaginable robots, and it was so fun in such that all the after-dream pictures Andy had when he awakened were of smiling faces and beautiful contraptions. It was just like a child's fairytale dream. As always, the bedside clock rang with its vibrative effect, bringing him back to the present world. Anderson was never angry with the fact that the clock always disrupted his sleep, no; for it was always a haven from all his nightmares. But this time he was angry. It had interrupted such a lovely dream. With the fling of an arm against the device, he silence the clock. Pressing the pillow hard against his face he muttered incomprehensible words even he could not recall two minutes a
During break, right before putting his finishing touch in his robot, Anderson decided to have a meal with Harry. Jocelyn later added to the group (careful of Amanda after learning that Jake was the mastermind behind the mishap that'd occured in Anderson's lab the other day). Over meal, the trio were careful to speak in low voices. “So what d'you think about the cyborgs with Jake?” asked Harrison. After that day they'd made their discovery about Jake and the cyborgs through random guesses, Harrison couldn't help but be amazed. The whole thing was just too eccentric for him. From the point of having visit a real cyberspace in Sir Nelson's house to the narration of Andy's time travel, none actually made sense in reality. “I can't really say anything, having not examined them myself,” Andy replied. “He probably fabricated them, that's a certainty,” said Jocelyn. Andy raised his head from his