Time Machine Novels & Stories

Aidan leans in. “Where.” I hesitate. Because the answer— Doesn’t make sense. “It’s not in space,” I say. “Then where is it.” I look at the readout. At the data that shouldn’t be possible. “It’s in the system timeline.” Silence. Then— “…I’m sorry, what,” Matteo says. “It’s not a spatial anomaly,” I explain. “It’s temporal.” “That’s not better.” “No.” Aidan nods slowly. “It’s an echo of a previous state.”

required to push the universe into the next microsecond. "We are no longer traveling through time, Audrey," Lucas’s voice boomed across the Chronos-Lattice, vibrating through the "Phase-Shifting-Pistons." "We are 'Manufacturing' it. Every tick of this gear is a billion souls choosing to 'Be' for one more second. We have turned the 'Arrow of Time' into a 'Circulating-Pump.' Nothing is lost. Every tear shed in the Soot-Pits is recovered, refined, and used to lubricate the gears of the 'Eternal-Now'."

I exclaim, "But they're just innocent people, exercising their God-given right to speech!?" "Yep," he stirs some sauce. "That smells good, by the way." "We could do it." "Huh?" "We could do it on our own," he places the spoon down, rushing over to my side. "You've lost me." He reaches into his Jean pocket, and I realize there's something huge in it. "Tha-That's—" "The time travel remote... thing." I glance over at it. The buttons for weather, place, and time glitter before me. The backlights aren't on, but the power it holds is bright enough. This is wild.

He began to speak, his voice a low, melodic hum that seemed to resonate with the very stone of the room. ​"My father didn't want a bank," Julian whispered. "And Arthur Vane didn't want a library. They wanted a Time-Machine. They believed that if they could record every action of every human being, they could predict the future with 100% accuracy. They called it the 'Second Edition' because they wanted to skip the first draft of history entirely." ​As he spoke, the ink on the paper began to form sharp, crystalline letters. It wasn't the flowing cursive of Thomas’s voice, it was a jagged, architectural script, reflecting Julian’s fractured mind.

Seth said and they listened on. “We have here tonight, the first launching of the time machine. All you have to do is enter the pod and your mind would travel to your future. We are bringing the future to the present, whoever thought that’d be possible. In times past, this machine was flawed, but I and my team have perfected it. We’re also working toward an upgrade, you know, not everyone has a happy ending. We want to give you the ability to change your story. How about that?” The host said, clicked his tongue, and winked at the audience like he was doing a TV commercial.

" My eyes flew open to see Sophia standing before me, still alive and breathing. She was wearing an elegant long dress and had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, radiating youthful energy. Even so, her eyes were unable to hide their contempt. The Sophia from my future was mature, cold, and unapproachable, but this version of her was bright and spirited, still carrying a touch of liveliness. A lump formed in my throat when I laid my eyes on her. The time machine had indeed brought me back to the past, but unfortunately, it seemed to have malfunctioned. Instead of returning to when we first met, I had arrived thirteen years in the past, on the day Sophia and

I could store everything I needed right here. Ding! Congratulations, Host. Spatial Inventory successfully bound. Current Inventory Level: Level One. The inventory exists in an independent space linked directly to the Host. At the current level, all non-living items may be stored and retrieved instantly through thought. Time does not flow for stored items. The inventory will automatically expand as it reaches capacity and advances to the next level. Higher inventory levels remain locked. The most incredible detail was the temporal stasis—time didn't exist inside this realm. Once an item was placed here, it became permanently frozen in its current state.

** --- **The Architect's Warning** Voss's device projects a hologram-a fractal tree, its branches splitting into infinite timelines. **"The sprout isn't a Seed. It's a *Recall Protocol*-a failsafe I coded into the Arbor Prime's core. When a Seed destabilizes, the Protocol triggers. It resets the timeline to zero."** Ravel frowns. "Zero?"

he said then looked at me. "Hi Natasha, I'm Rick, Noah's childhood friend, I and James actually grew up with him" he said calmly. "Don't mind him, Natasha you can go and open the back seat door for us, we will be coming with Noah downstairs" James said as I nodded and went downstairs, I came out of the house and looked at the white BMW that was parked. Why did they all love such cars, was it because they were childhood friends?, I wondered while opening the back door, I got in and sat down, rick came out carrying Noah while James carried the wheel chair, Rick slowly put Noah next to me then closed the door.

"What time is it?" I asked him. "It's 3 pm" I overslept, having such a weird dream kept me from my work and now I'm a little behind schedule. I quickly stood up and grabbed my notebook. "Hey, you must have fallen asleep while doing that and yet here you are, writing again. Wow, I'm amazed by your passion.” I rolled my eyes at him. Should I tell him that bizarre dream? Well, it was just a dream but... It felt so unreal.