Aaron stopped in front of what looked like an abandoned factory. He gestured a rainbow over his head and announced, “Here it is!”
Vince studied the building for a moment before responding, “okay.”
“C’mon!” Aaron urged as he opened a warped, rusting metal door.
“You own this place?” Vince asked.
“Kinda,” responded Aaron, hurrying his friend inside. The space was large and surprisingly clean. In the center of the room was a device that looked like what would happen if Apple had designed the top of the Empire State Building. It nearly touched what Vince guessed was a thirty-foot ceiling.
“What is this?”
“The secret to time travel,” Aaron proclaimed.
“You built a time machine?”
“No. We don’t have the technology to build a time machine.”
“Okay, so back to my first question then.”
“This is a time anchor.”
“Okay.”
“This is a beacon. Everything is constantly moving in the three dimensions of what we perceive as space, the fourth dimension of time, let alone twenty-six dimensions of Bosonic string theory-”
“Okay.”
“It’s like a lighthouse for time-travelers.”
“Oh.”
“I wanted you here when I turned it on.”
“Wait. What if, when you turn it on, like a thousand time-travelers show up and explode the world?”
“Well, they won’t because we are in their past, and they would know not to do that.”
“Is this safe?”
“Probably.” Aaron shrugged. “If anybody shows up, we’ll need to quarantine for two weeks because of future germs.”
“Oh. But, I got a date.”