Time/Shine {Jar}

Time-travel consciousness comprises this image of Earthling distances of the jumpers.

Inspired by The Time Machine (HG Wells), a time-travel journal. 

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EZZY: You made this evil contraption, with some Rutherford image?

AMLAN: Compact, collisions, space-time fabric holes for threading, greatness!

EZZY: A time machine, Mr. Amlan Satan, ahead of our wedding day?

AMLAN: Perhaps the right-stuff for our honeymoon...to Camelot, darling.

EZZY: Wow (Selfie-like?).

Of course, Amlan would regret finding too much time-spent on his contraption for time-travel, created in his Princeton home, using his ingenuity and images extracted from readings/study of varied ideas about space particle transformations of pathways and composition (or position); after Ezzy was killed in a car crash 2 days ahead of his marriage-day, he was simply obsessed with finding the right application of his time-machine (Facebook-like).

RESIDENT: You're in a distant future, on a dusty red Earth, gent.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Well, I thought to just zoom to some time pre-darkness!

RESIDENT: You explained you were cheating death (of your darling)?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: That was the exposition...but here I am, in a bad Earth now.

RESIDENT: We try to survive...and evade the claws of the evil Emperor.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Something about the character of consciousness.

RESIDENT: As you mused, Mr. Satan, it's all "Selfie" like (ha).

Amlan greeted the evil Emperor in this future Earth where he found himself after his ingenious time-machine contraption zoomed him way into the distances, past what he thought he'd land into, in a pre-past state just days ahead of Ezzy's tragic death/demise. Here he was now, however, in a distant Earth (future!) and engaged by this evil Emperor who wanted to know why he was injecting Romanticism into the subjects of his Blue-Planet dominion.

EMPEROR: As you see, I've some relics of your time, cinema images; toys.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You don't doubt you're a slave-master, yes?

EMPEROR: Time bandits like you have the grace of choices, no?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I make wage you gift old cleats (e.g., Kingdom of Heaven).

EMPEROR: Maybe, smart-man.

Amlan hopped back onto this time-machine, escaping the inquiries of the evil Emperor in the state of Earth he found himself in after great/fantastic travel. Here he was now, in a more distant future, of Earth, where great images of incredible existence, quite unrealistic for his (own) 21st-Century time comprised the everyday thoughts of roaming humans, trapped in weird conditions of immortality and infinity worry, chased by gargoyles of hideous appearance. Was this the negative impact of civilization playing with the strings and notes of wrought speculations created by intelligence of the vain kind (Satan wondered)?

EZZY: Happy Saint Patrick's Day, hubby.

AMLAN: This stew's amazing, wife.

EZZY: You seem different today.

AMLAN: Let's say time's qualia, Esmerelda (thanx).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)