Flux Capacitor

This should be made into a movie - directed by Robert Zemekis

TIME TRAVEL
By John Bajak

P. O. Box 8324
White Plains, NY 10602-8324

THE 911 BEGINNING

It was a hot summer, needless to say, and I survived by the skin of my teeth; a minute of miracle and wonder.

You see, I had just built an electroshock machine made of batteries, a capacitor, and a switch.

But, just by change, the monday after Andrew Dice Clay on Saturday Night Live, I decided to attach to the leads of the machine a piezoelectric crystal (which is a piece of computer equipment that buzzes).

The air turned funny when I pressed the button. I could see and feel an effect I can only describe as an electrical and subliminally acoustical roller coaster. At first it gave me headaches. I brought it to Sir Costa's Pizza Cafe where I used to work and sprayed their foyer. It worked for them too; it gave them a headache.

More sooner than later, I noticed time stretched thinner and thinner until I noticed time seemed to stop while it was turned on. This took place in clocks I watched on my VCR and a German-made clock given to me by my father.

I noticed time seemed to decelerate after a certain period of turnon, then accelerate when the button was turned off, according to the changing pattern of the capacitor.

Then I realized for what it was: a flux capacitor. I then, during wednesday and thursday, wrote how it could be attached to any internal combustion engine, and how in a static frame could be extremely dangerous. It could be used for _time_ _travel_.

That friday I realized that the future was probably where Deborah Poe went (she had disappeared from a circle K convenience store nearby months previous) for I had participated in the Search for her at the Mall and had reported to the lieutenant I had seen a UFO that Monday Morning she disappeared on an early morning walk. The circumstances around her disappearance was mysterious, as she left her purse and car keys behind. Deborah Poe was an aaspiring yuppie, earning money for a house of her own.

Too much began happening. I was a pure clock-filter of information. What happened Friday after the invention freqked me out. I found myself calling dozens of phone numbers, talking in understanding with the people on the other end, and getting working answers back.

Eventually, by Sunday night/monday morning, and 911 rescue calls more than 7 times in a period of five hours, and they getting more and more excited (my saying what I had invented and they kicking me upstairs) they told me to lie down and get some sleep. I did, and the TV exploded, which had been turned on.

First it started talking to me, threatening me that it would stop time if I didn't call 911 again. It spoke a command - LAUGH OFF - then exploded. I felt myself burning, lying on the couch with my back to the tv, but there were no flames. Then the tv reassembled itself and the flames stopped. I checked my papers on the floor and they weren't even singed. I called 911 again and they kicked me upstairs twice. They said the sheriff was outside. I ran out yelling "sheriff! sheriff! I was freaked out.

He was there. It was a late-model Cutlass Sierra by Chrystler, licence BCK 312. He was heavily outfitted, and the car was about 17 feet long, longer than the standard 15 feet, and wider.

He requested backup. He was covering a disturbance in an apartment nearby. Another, just as big police car drove up in about fifteen to twenty seconds. A cop and a "student cop" wearing a police academy t-shirt came out. They came in the apartment and inspected. They told me to go back to sleep. I tried, but for some reason, I got dressed and took the flux capacitor to the Mall, which by this time was fully flossed by the molybdemum-like smell of the flossy chemical ignition, and the Police Inspector along with the student Cop, inspected it -made me disassemble it (take off the cover) reassemble it, then he told me to fo home and go back to sleep.

The next morning, astounded by what happened, called 911 to ask if I should go to the hospital. I had gotten used to calling 911. This time they came right away, and took me to Florida North Psychiatric Hospital.