If my “on-a-roll”edness was a velocity, it would be the speed of light

After showing you my inner geek, I decide it’s story time. The plot unfolds!

“But what’s it doing here?” I asked.

“I’m not sure…maybe it we just left here by someone” Marci replied, and gave a little shriek as we saw something moving inside.

I went to go see it, but Marci held me back. “What if it’s a murderer?” She asked, concerned. She was right, but my curiosity burned. I looked around, and found a thick branch, which I held like a sword as I moved toward the bus.

                I crept closer and closer, and the person inside continued to do whatever they were doing. They seemed agitated. I was about to knock on the blue door of the bus when it swung open.

                “Let’s move it, come on, we don’t have much time. Bring your friend too” A voice said from the interior of the bus. A head peeped from view. “Hurry up! Don’t stand there!”.

                The face looking at me was the old man’s, although slightly younger. His hair was red and tidy, and he wore a blue suit with a tie, on which the Pythagorean Theorem was written repeatedly. He was wearing black-rimmed glasses.

                “Don’t stand there gawking at me, get a move on! We’re on a schedule here!” He shouted, and waved a clipboard with tiny writing on it. I couldn’t make out anything on it, but it was certainly packed with events.

                 “Um…ok, I guess…” I stammered, and turned around to beckon to Marci, but she was already behind me.

                “You’re the man from the booth!” She said excitedly. The man nodded vigorously, and began to walk to the other end of the bus. We followed, and the door shut behind us.

Until the doors closed, I felt okay, but afterward I began to get nervous. I only saw the man once, and I didn’t even talk to him much. Marci, however, continued to walk forward, unperturbed.

The man came back from the back of the bus, carrying two tall helmets with blue fluid inside. A window from the front showed how full it was.

“Put these on” the man said, without any explanation. We did as we were told, and a strange calm feeling came over me. The man sat in the seat up front, and put his seatbelt on.

“Sit down” He grumbled, “and hold on.”

He pulled a lever, and I passed out.

Electric-blue light filled my vision, until I realized that I wasn’t passed out. The bus was filled with blue light, and the windows were covered with steel. I tried to get up, but gravity was too much, and it only pushed me down farther. Then, all at once, the sensations stopped. The blue light was gone; the windows were glass again, although the vision of outside wasn’t too great.

We were in a warehouse and definitely not the forest in my backyard. The warehouse was about a half-mile square, and 20 feet high. Before I could see anything more, We were outside.

We were definitely not in our city. I didn’t know where we were, although I did know that we were in a lot of trouble.

“Where are we” Marci asked, suddenly.

“Washington” The man grunted

“D.C.?” I asked, incredulous. “What the hell are we doing in Washington?”

“We can’t be in Was…” Marci began, and her eyes focused behind me.

Behind me was the Washington Monument, almost concrete proof that we were, in fact, In Washington, DC.

“Understand that I felt bad by taking you away from family, but this is sort of important” The man said, while we drove past the Jefferson Memorial.

“First off, who the bleep are you?” I asked hotly.

“No need for language” The old man tutted, “You both remember when we last met, right?”

“Yes” Marci and I said, at the same time. I looked at her, and she at me, incredulous.

“About 20 years ago, I began to realize that I needed some people to help me out with this” he pointed at the dash, “and began to look for some bright kids. You seemed the best candidates. Congratulations, I guess”.

We stayed quiet for a little bit, and Marci ventured a question, “What is this?”

“This is called a Inter-Transport Regional Operational Machine, or ITROM. It’s my own design. I really should tell you the story sometime. Basically, it uses a Magno-Gyrascope to “spin” the bus through the 240 combinations of magnetic fields through five dimensions.” He finished, proudly.

“Why haven’t I heard of it? It sounds extremely powerful.” I asked, accusingly.

“Because science says that such a mechanism is impossible.” The man replied simply.

“If it’s impossible, then why does it work?” I asked

“Simply put, it’s impossibility makes it work” The man said, “Only impossibility can make the impossible happen”

His logic is sound I thought, And the man seems sound of mind. He hasn’t began jumping around yelling colors or anything. And we were, in fact, in Washington, which is the most damning evidence. Although something didn’t seem right, that the man was just that, the man.

“What is your name?” I asked, finally.

The man thought for a good thirty seconds, and replied “Jackson”

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