{"id":199,"date":"2009-11-27T19:49:06","date_gmt":"2009-11-27T19:49:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/?p=199"},"modified":"2009-11-27T19:49:06","modified_gmt":"2009-11-27T19:49:06","slug":"chapter-79-80-years-ago-part-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/?p=199","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 79: 80 years ago part 3."},"content":{"rendered":"

The truck choked and spat before the engine cut out and it rolled to a stop on the flats, illuminated by the shimmering green sky above.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153The truck’s broken?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Verity asked?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153yep\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Udo climbed out and started to look around.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153That means we’re close right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Udo smiled, she really caught on fast, it was almost a waste she was a reporter and not a scientist he thought to himself.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Over there!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Verity got Udo’s attention and pointed a small treeline on the horizon.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153That’s it!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Udo climbed around to the back of the truck and pulled out their packs, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Let’s get going then.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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the two set off on foot towards the site, beneath a sky that looked like a green ocean.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Is there anything I should know before going in there?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Verity asked as they approached the trees, it seemed to her to be just a small wood, perhaps some kind of oasis.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Watch your step, the satellite shots suggested tha-aaaAAH!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d As the two stepped on the grass between the trees it gave way, sending them down a dry nook where a steam had flowed at one point, but now it was just a dusty slide, sending them winding down into a huge dip in the flats.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Fortunately the stream had never become a waterfall and they made it to the bottom of the dip relatively unharmed, with just a few scratches.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Dusting themselves off the pair looked around, it was almost like a crater, lined with trees and the bright green ocean above.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh my god.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Udo turned to see what Verity was looking at, he saw the other members of his team, as if caught in the freeze frame. They appeared to be walking towards a mound in the center of the dip, but they weren’t moving.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Udo walked over to them and examined them further.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are they dead?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It doesn’t look like it, by my guess their time streams and our are not in sync.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What does that mean?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153well, they are moving, but so slowly we cant see it, and to them, we are moving very very fast, too fast to see also. To experience a temporal disturbance like this first hand is amazing, and at this scale too.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153so why are we out of sync?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153My guess is they arrived during the day when there wasn’t the aurora, the entry point must determine the rate of temporal flow.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Udo turned to the mound \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come on, I’m sure they wont object to us going on ahead of them.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are they going to be ok?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153they are ok now, its us who are passing through time too quickly.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153what?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153well I’m just saying, there is every possibility you could spend the rest of your life in this very hour.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What, I’d die of old age tonight?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Maybe.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Udo climbed to the top of the mound where there appeared to be a hatch. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Anyway if time is a problem for you then you shouldn’t waste it so, come on.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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opening the hatch Udo saw rungs to climb down with. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Now that’s weird.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You can just plainly say your team is in a temporal mess and so are we, if you say something is weird we must be totally screwed, what is it?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153it looks like this site, this… artefact, is man made.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153How could something man made do all this?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well that’s why we are here, but I’m starting to suspect, perhaps it was more… made for man, then by man.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Udo shook his head, now wasn’t the time to be thinking about stuff like that. He climbed down through the hatch into whatever lied below.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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