It was no Spitfire, but Paul had to admit that he was impressed with the 737 he was sitting in. He was more impressed with the F-16 he saw on the tarmac.
The Agency had given Paul a crash course in 2024, including the iPhone and Google. It took only seconds to find out some impressive unclassified details about the F-16… and other fighter jets.
Paul was on his way to Brooklyn to begin working with what The Agency called the Brooklyn Moment—”Moment” being their collective for a group of time-travelers who would work together.
Paul had started his service to The Agency in June. There were no copies of duplicates of him. He was a translocator, actually moving from timespace to timespace.
There were a few other moments of time-travelers, but The Agency withheld who and where. Paul would be managing the Brooklyn Moment. And there were a few anomalous travelers, too.
Time and space, Paul had been told by the Agency, moved forward in waves with numerous “nows” riding on the crest of each wave. Thus, 1880 and 1984 and 2024 were all moving forward as their waves carried them.
Located atop each of those waves were instances of the Time Travelers, 1 version atop each wave. Except 1984 was missing 3 of them for reasons The Agency could not explain.
Paul had overseen the shifting for the travelers since June. With the shifting came the gradual melding of memories. Paul liked to think of it as all of the waves moving through the same ocean. The memories of each traveler sank until reaching a common repository.
The year 2024 was coming to an end, and the common memories had finally joined such that all instances could support Phase 2. 1861 had taught them how to live without technology. 1884 had taught them how to live in the wilderness, weapon skills, and basic medical skills. 2024 was the leading edge of time—and technology.
The travelers were as ready as possible. Paul would organize them.
But first he had to learn his lines; he was going to become an actor at a Brooklyn off-broadway theater.
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