Timelooper - Doc’s Story

I had several requests for just the Sci-fi story that was wound through the four chapters of Timelooper. So, here it is. I pulled Doc's story out of the rest of Timelooper and have put it, with a little of the context in this one post.

I am also posting it as Sci-Fi story rather than BDSM

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David DeAngelo walked slowly into the elaborately-restored ballroom of the Marsden Mansion. Doctor Victor Marsden was very rich and more than a little eccentric-- though some people would use the word kinky rather than eccentric. Rumors of his parties had swirled around the small town of Pattersonville for the sixty years he had owned Marsden Mansion, once called the Patterson Estate.

The Pattersons founded a town around their mill in the late 1800's and named it after themselves. They soon became immensely wealthy. The second generation built a huge country estate back in the 1920's. The roaring twenties were an era when rich people showed off their money. It was also an era built on inflated property and stock values. The Pattersons went bust in the crash of '29 and the estate fell into ruin.

The bank foreclosed on the property, divided the manor house into small apartments, and leased out the surrounding land to local farmers. It remained that way until Victor Marsden won big in Vegas and then doubled or even tripled that money in the stock market. With his new-found wealth, he bought the estate and began to restore it. Through the years, he continued to restore the manor house as he steadily increased his fortune in the stock market. Also along the way, he got a doctorate in Paleontology and personally sponsored many digs throughout the world. His many finds made him well known and highly respected throughout the world, but around Pattersonville he remains just "Crazy Doc Marsden," the weird rich guy who throws some of the wildest parties in the world.

David didn't know why he was invited to a party at the Marsden Mansion. He would have assumed it was totally a mistake if the invitation hadn't been hand-delivered by one of Doctor Marsden's personal staff. David tried to turn down the invitation. "I'm an introverted geek," he said. "Why would Doc Marsden want me at his party?"

When that didn't seem to faze the messenger, he continued, "I'm not that great with girls. I don't understand the subtle signals that girls are always giving off. I mean, how am I supposed to know that red high heels or high heels with red bottom soles are supposed to mean 'I'm horny.'? Or that a gray scarf tied on the left side means you are looking for someone to tie you up? The only thing that I know for sure is that I don't fit in with the people who come to these parties."

The messenger listened politely and then said firmly, "It is a semi-formal party. Dress appropriately. A car will pick you up at 8:45 Friday night. Be ready."

David just swallowed hard and said, "OK." The messenger smiled at him, turned, and left.

The car arrived exactly on time. David had been ready for over an hour. Before that, he had spent a hour and a half putting on and taking off almost every piece of clothing that he owned. "What is semi-formal?" he shouted in frustration as he threw his last pair of pants onto the pile on his bed. Finally he decided that he would dress like some of his heros in the tech world. When his ride arrived, he was dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans, a dark khaki sport coat, and a white polo shirt. The one item he didn't have to decide about at the last minute was his shoes. He had actually gone out and bought a new pair of black sneakers to wear with whatever he finally decided to wear.

From the look of the front driveway of the mansion with all of the cars parked around the huge circle, most people had already arrived. The driver walked in with him, staying slightly behind. A middle-aged man dressed in a red suit coat of some sort, black pants, and a frilly white shirt asked him, "How should I announce you?"

David looked back at him in total confusion. The driver whispered loudly in his ear, "He wants your name," so David said, "David, just David... I guess."

The man in the red coat pounded a tall, heavy cane of some sort on the floor and yelled loudly, "David... just David."

David stood frozen but the driver tapped on his shoulder and pointed across the ballroom to where Doc Marsden was beckoning him. He continued walking slowly until he found himself standing in front of the old man's wheelchair at a small round table.

"Come, come, sit down here next to me," Doc said. "I've saved a place for you." He gestured out at the room and said, "We've all been waiting for you."

That really didn't help David's nerves. As David sat down, the old man continued, "I think tonight is going to change your life."

David didn't respond except for a nod as he sat down. Then he said softly, "Thank you for inviting me, sir, but I really don't know why I'm here."

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Doc said softly to David, "Let me tell you a little about why you are here. It's a long story, but bear with me. We have all weekend."

David spun his head and said, "What?!" but Doc just shifted in his wheelchair and then leaned back slightly and rested his arm firmly on the arm rest. "It all started back when I was in college," he began. "I was supposed to be working under a couple of famous paleontologists as a summer intern, but the federal government was shut down because of some sort of political infighting. That meant their grant was frozen and they 'lost their window' for the dig. I, however, was still committed to twelve weeks of study at the site out in the desert in Nevada. Basically I was a cheap security guard until they could get their funding back in place and come back to the dig. Nobody ever came through that desolate section of desert, but the dig was not properly covered and protected, so someone had to 'check on it daily.' Since it took so long to get out there, the best way to do that was to have someone live on site full time in the dilapidated security trailer."

Doc took a sip of his drink and then continued, "It had its perks for an introvert like me. Nobody bothered me. There were wonderful night skies. And I had a big satellite dish that brought in all the TV and movies I could want. Internet didn't exist back in those days, and satellite connections to bulletin boards were a little iffy, but when it worked, it had decent speed... for the day."

He smiled at David and said, "And once a week I was authorized to use the work Jeep to go into town to get supplies and 'socialize.' It didn't say how long I could be in town, so I would go in on Friday afternoon and then socialize with the local babes until Saturday morning-- I'm not a total introvert. Then I would buy my supplies and head back for another week of introvert heaven."

"It was my third Saturday on my way back to camp that I met him. I thought I was seeing a mirage at first, but then I realized I was actually watching someone... or something... crawling across the ground alongside the rutted trail that led back into the hills before becoming a not quite as badly rutted, but barely visible trail back to the dig. He looked human... sort of. His head was too big and his arms and legs just didn't look right. He was wearing a light blue t-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans, but they were about to fall-- or slip-- off of him as he crawled. He had a pair of tighty-whities on under the blue jeans, but they were no longer tight... or white."

Doc shook his head before saying, "He was in really bad shape. I stopped the Jeep and ran over to him with my jug of water. When I tried to give him some, he pushed it away and then said in a croaky voice, 'No... poison for me... I need... I need... Mux.'"

"'I don't know what that is,' I said back to him and ran to the Jeep. I grabbed my big box of groceries and lugged it back over to where he was laying. I had bought some soda and some milk and some beer and even some orange juice. Maybe one of those was what he was trying to say."

"I set the box down next to him and said, 'What do you need?'"

"To my surprise, he reached into the box and grabbed the quart of ammonia I had bought to soak off some of my burnt cooking from one of the pans in my primitive kitchen. He opened it and downed about half of it. Then he took a deep breath and began slowly drinking the rest."

"'You humans have such fragile bodies,' he said as he gave me a crooked smiled. Then he continued in a very soft voice, 'I got lost while setting up an observation post. It was only a short hike and I thought I had enough...' He paused to think of the word, then he continued, '... water. But your sun is so hot and the air is so dry and you are such fragile beings. My human body was failing, so I...' He gestured at himself. '... reverted.'"

"He smiled again and said, 'I think you can tell that I am not from your planet.'"

"'Not if you drink ammonia,' I replied."

"'Ah,' he answered, 'ammonia. I had forgotten that word. Do you have more?'"

"'No,' I said, 'I got that to clean some pans. I was almost thinking that I should get more, but the choice was quarts or gallons and I didn't think I needed a gallon.' I gave him a smile and a shrug and said, 'Well, I can't go back now and change that.'"

"He began taking something off of his neck. It looked sort of like a thin collar or necklace with a large brooch or stone on one side of it. 'I could have gone back and taken the other path,' he said, again smiling at me, '... if I had realized in time how much trouble I was in. But I didn't know how bad it was until all of a sudden I started to revert, and then it was too late.'"

"He held up the necklace and said, 'This is set for a human biometric. My other one is still in my ship.'"

"'What does that do?' I asked."

"'This,' he said, handing the necklace to me, 'is a Timelooper. If you put this on and think clearly about where and when you want to go, just press the crystal and you can go back and tell yourself to get two gallons of Mux-- I mean, ammonia.'"

"'What do I do?' I asked as I slipped it over my head, 'just walk up to myself and say, 'Get two gallons of ammonia.?'"

"'If you go where you are,' he explained, 'you will remain invisible, but you will be able to hear yourself as though it were a very strong thought in your mind. If you go where you are not, you can be visible if you want to be and you will be able to interact with the world around you.'"

"'OK,' I said, 'two gallons of Mux, coming up.'"

"I slipped the weird necklace over my head. The chain looked like metal but stretched easily as I pulled the necklace down and positioned the jewel on the right side of my neck. I thought hard about the grocery store where I bought the ammonia. Then I tapped the little jewel and suddenly I was standing in the laundry detergent aisle next to myself. 'Get an extra two gallons of ammonia,' I said loudly. 'You are going to need it.'"

"I tapped the little jewel again and I was back with the alien in the desert. ... And there were two gallons of ammonia in my grocery box."

"'Holy Shit!' I cried out. 'It works.'"

"I looked over at the alien. He had shed the filthy clothing and was standing there naked guzzling one of the gallons. His skin was becoming more and more smooth and less and less human-looking. It was also turning a somewhat pale shade of gray."

"'Do you want me to drive you up to your ship?' I asked as he finished the first gallon and started on the second."

"He wiped his lips... or at least the edges of his mouth... and said, 'I'm in enough trouble for just letting you see me. I don't think my commander would like it if you saw our vessel.' He gave me another of his weird smiles and said, 'Besides, I will soon be strong enough to make a mind link and have the ship send someone to pick me up.'"

"We sat in silence as he slowly downed the second gallon of ammonia. Then he said, 'I think this is where we go our separate ways.'"

"He bowed slightly at me and I reached up to take off the weird necklace... except it wasn't there. He laughed and said, 'It has adjusted completely to your biometric. So, I guess it is my gift to you for saving my life. I will tell my commander it was lost in the desert when I reverted.' There was a high-pitched buzzing whine and he said, 'My ride is here. Thank you and good bye.'"

"A cone of light enveloped him and drew him upward into the sky."

"I couldn't feel anything on my neck, but I was pretty sure it was still there. And I was absolutely certain I didn't know how to work it. I thought real hard about just before the light took him away and pushed the area of my neck where the jewel had been. Suddenly I was standing next to myself. 'Ask him how it works!' I shouted, then tapped the jewel again."

"When I returned, he was gone, but I remembered him laughing and saying as he started rising into the sky, 'I heard you. Just think of when and where you want to go and press the activation crystal. You will come back when it thinks you should or when you press the crystal again. Just don't die or do anything that will cause you permanent harm or you won't come back. Dead is dead. Other than that, have fun.'"

"Wow!" David said softly, "But what does all that have to do with me?"

"All in good time, son," Doc replied.

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He set his drink down and began, "If I remember, the alien had just left me with the necklace." He smiled broadly at David and said, "I sat there next to the road for almost fifteen minutes deciding what to do, then I drove the rest of the way to the dig, put everything away and clicked the little inspection key that was wired into the satellite connection. The big brains now had proof that I had 'checked on' the dig for the day."

"After changing clothes and showering, I headed back into town... did I mention that the town was Vegas? I went over to one of the casinos and started placing bets at the roulette tables. I figured that if this collar worked the way it should, my future self would see where the little ball would land and then come back and tell the current me where to put my chips. I started out with small bets on the side numbers and colors and made sure that I lost almost as much as I won... almost. Once I had a little bit going for me I started betting on individual numbers and waited for the big chance... a double. I had $300 on black thirteen when it won and my future self told me to let it ride. I did and suddenly I had $367,500 in winnings. They won't let you just cash out that kind of winnings. I had to set it up for a transfer of $350,000 to my checking account with the appropriate deductions for state and federal income taxes. That still left a lot of money going into my previously very thin account. I took the other $17,500 in cash... again minus federal, state, and everybody else's taxes. I'd never had eight thousand dollars in my pocket before... almost nine thousand. And back then you could buy a really good car for three thousand."

"I started to head back to the dig and then thought, 'If anything is wrong when I get back, I can just come back and tell myself that I have to get going. So I stopped and put most of the money under the back seat of the car. Then I headed downtown to the club I had been in the night before. Yes, I had gone to one of the really nice clubs. And yes, geeky introvert that I am, I had struck out with several very nice babes. We talked, we drank, we danced, they left. The story of my life."

"As I was passing a Motel 6 my own voice suddenly yelled in my head, 'Rent a room!' I was hoping that it was a great message from the future about my chances with some of the women at the bar, but then the thought voice continued, 'The road is too dangerous in the dark. You can't drive back to the dig until tomorrow morning.'"

Since I was rich now, I passed by the Motel 6 and rented a room at one of the better hotels. They looked at me and the old beatup Jeep a little funny, but money talks and I ended up with a very nice room overlooking the Strip. After I checked in, I walked down the block to a club that I knew was popular with college students. Usually there were a few unattached young women there, and tonight was no exception. I've always been better with a group than an individual, so I decided to make my move on a whole table of slightly tipsy coeds sitting in a large corner booth."

"First I concentrated very hard on each of them and thought of when they were getting dressed for the evening. I tapped the jewel and suddenly I was in a hotel room-- actually two adjoining rooms. The noise was phenomenal as they yelled at each other to hurry up or get out of the shower or not hog the mirror or whatever. I stepped into the corner and watched everything. They had fantastic bodies, but the chaos of eight college coeds getting dressed at the same time wasn't sexy, it was scary... at least to me. After what seemed like ten or fifteen minutes, I had what I needed. So, I again tapped the jewel and was once again standing at the bar in the club."

"I ordered a beer and asked for a glass. I poured half of the beer into the glass and left it on the bar. Then I walked with the half-empty bottle over to the girls' table. I used the neck of the bottle to point at each of the girls and say, 'Blue, blue, light blue, red, pink, white, white, and a really strange orangy-pink.'"

"One of the girls, a tall thin blonde said, 'What are you talking about?' But the petite African-American girl suddenly yelped and said, 'How can you know that?' Her voice got louder and angry-sounding as she said, 'Have you been spying on us, you creep?'"

"All of the other girls at the table suddenly looked at each other with shocked expressions on their faces and then they all looked at me like they were ready to kill me. I gave them my best doe eyes and said, 'I'm sorry. That's the color of your auras.' I intentionally looked down and then said, 'I can see auras. Most people are pleased to know what color their auras are on a given day. I thought it would help break the ice and maybe get you to talk to me.'"

"I turned as if I was going to leave when the brunette sitting in the middle of the booth-- the one with the orangey panties-- said, 'No, wait a minute. Sit down.'"

"I pulled a chair from a nearby table and set it at their table opposite the brunette. 'You really see auras?' she asked."

"'I guess,' I answered. 'At least there is a color that seems to envelope each of you.'"

"'Do these auras ever change?' the brunette asked with a really strange smile."