The Temporal Adventures Agency (Prologue)

What if you discovered a way to travel back in time… as you remembered it. Only, it wasn’t the same time-line you actually came from. In fact, it was a new time-line entirely, one created by the traveler, through the act of traveling. Then, what if someone found a way to track the countless worlds created in this way, to create a kind of beacon anchoring the new timeline to be revisited by anyone. We at Temporal Adventures, have done just that. Visit any of the many worlds we have curated through this process, both real and imagined. Prepare for a vacation experience unlike any you have ever imagined.

That’s the pitch they sell you, and its a good one. But there’s another pitch they give potential curators. “A chance to create your own adventure,” they say, “to create new worlds. To become… a true explorer.” But there’s something they don’t tell you. They never emphasize the fact that you’re on your own out here. That you got no backup if you get into a jam.

So here I am with a head full of nonsense on what they call an Exploratory Expedition into the future. The only problem is that this future was taken over by aliens, and for some reason the only technology that works is their’s. Some kind of jamming device I’m guessing. Of course, this is probably my fault, since this is the kind of thing I was most afraid of. In fact, this is exactly what I was afraid of… so yeah, my fault I guess. Of course, it probably didn’t help that they filled my head with all kinds of details on theoretical technology. Or all the science fiction I watch. You see, the future is even more susceptible to expectations than the past, meaning the traveler is even more influential to the results. They explained all of this to me, but the truth is I knew I wasn’t ready for a future jump, I barely passed the psychs for this kind of work. Now look at the mess I’v gotten myself into.

Its not like I’m curated, like one of the company’s orphans, sheltered from real history to be given a story. I’m not a head case either, having my memories erased and replaced over and over again. I’m a contractor, I’ve been exposed to the real world, media, and yeah, like I said, sci-fi. Its really hard for modern people to focus on one narrative at a time you know. The bottom line is, there wasn’t supposed to be aliens, I was looking for advanced technology from future generations, but I just started remembering all that old invasion sci-fi and then my brain started speculating. Shit! Looks like I better find out how to deactivate that jamming tower.