FICTION

Tommorrow

ow or

the Next Day

Barbara Diane Richmin

Bob Griffen soldered the last connection in the electric system that filled most of the basement. His labor of love was finished. Five years of work and starvation had gone into the complex machine that rhythmically clicked and blinked as he worked.

Bob was convinced that time travel was possible. As far back as he could remember, something had been eating at his mind. Something had forced him to give up a promising career in computer engineering to pursue his belief that man could cut across the time "barrier".

He would soon know. There are three possibilities that he thought about as he placed his feet on the electrode plates, adjusted another set of electrodes at his temples, and set the controls.

The first was that he would fail. His machine might click and blink and do nothing else. The second was that he would succeed and he would be transported to some other point in time. The third was that the electric current would kill him, in which case it was doubtful that he would care whether time travel was possible.

He finished the adjustment and closed the switch. There was a high pitched scream either from the machine or from him. Lights flashed and then there was darkness.

He opened his eyes. His head ached and every muscle was sore. Presently he became aware of his surroundings. He was

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