Romans & histoires Time Machine

he asked coldly. "I might kill you right now," I answered. He chuckled and swallowed my index finger. "Kill me Talia, kill me. I'll turn back the time again, and it'll only repeat everything." Huh? "What are you saying?" He chuckled and pull off my finger from his mouth, I can see his saliva dripping from my finger. "I Now remember everything. Well, I thought it was unreal to see you in my dreams. That image of you dying on the guillotine—"

"Barely." ​"It’s 4:59, sir," I replied, stepping forward and placing the silver flash drive on the polished mahogany surface. "The edit is complete." ​Luke finally looked up. His eyes were sharp, scanning me with a clinical detachment that made me want to shrink. He reached for the drive, his fingers brushing against mine for a fleeting second. I felt a jolt—a phantom spark of the connection we once had—but his expression didn't change. He plugged the drive into his computer, the silence in the room stretching until it felt suffocating.

Would it actually be easier to just build a Time Machine? Ever wished you could rewind time, like in those sci-fi movies? I do. I wish I could go back in time and get my family out of the house before the damn fire started. October 11, 2019—that’s the date I would punch in. Little me should have been bold enough to save my dad before he fainted and went into the coma.

Rick looked inside the cabin and saw a photo between the floor planks; Jack was placing his ear against the wooden wall to hear if he could hear the bear. H turned around and noticed Rick staring at a photo, "What is that?" “Im not sure; it's a picture of an Asian family,” but what was it doing here? The date on that photo printed on top was that taken two weeks ago. Thats when Jack noticed a tape-recording camera beneath the bed; he had reached out to pick it up when there was this loud bang.

Tessa kept refreshing my results page, muttering to herself the whole time. "No way. This must be a system glitch!" The principal and a few reporters came over, staring straight at my score screen. My score was blank. Below it was a line in bold: "Total score: You are ranked in the top 50. Please check back on the 27th for more details." Everyone in the room was stunned. Even the comments section froze for several seconds before it exploded again.

It was followed by a flash of white light. Hannah's figure became increasingly blurry. It was as if she were being scattered by the wind. She quickly shouted at me. "Evan, you have to live well. Wait for me. I'll come find you." When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to her senior year of high school. She looked at her phone. The date had gone back to the 21st of February. It was the day the time-space distortion first appeared. But this time, my voice no longer came from the empty space.

They have an immensely powerful memory and remember each and every detail of each and every day. Scientists are currently working on the time machine and the teleporting machine. The teleporting machine has made huge progress but it can cause DNA damage upon travel as it will use wormholes for transportation. It will not be available for commercial use but for scientists and astronauts in space research organizations. It will help them to reach much more farther away galaxies billions of light years away in an instant as till now the humanity can reach only nearby galaxies as it takes more a human's lifetime to reach some of those far away galaxies. It will be

It was such a majestic building that a person from Thains could see its peak if they were using binoculars. A group of scientists were tending to their important research within the most secured part of the facility where a multibillion-dollar contraption was being crafted. Various mechanical, plasmatic and magnetised components were intricately connected to each other to create a rudimentary time machine almost the size of a basketball court. The time machine was in its beta testing phase and required the utmost attention and care from skilled engineers. Over a hundred of them were currently scattered across the chamber doing t

I narrowed my eyes at a brown clock on the table as we made our way outside. "What's this?" I stopped to pick it up. "That's just my time run." He said, receiving the rusty looking clock from me. "Don't touch it, it could be dangerous." "Dangerous, how?" I resumed walking while he led the way. "You see, for three years now, I've been working on a time machine, but that's never happened. No success at all." He began. "Okay?" I raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "But I managed to come up with the time run. It's a reverse clock that takes you to twelve noon the day you use it." He explained even though I was unable to comprehend.

He’s out for me, and I don’t need Time’s word to believe that. “There’s one simple solution,” Time mumbles under his breath to the point I almost don’t hear him. I tilt my head, curious. “I’m going to take you back in time,” he says softly.