He smiled smugly when he saw that I had spotted their man’s mistakes so quickly, then introduced me to the team who were going to prepare my moped, if you could call it that. He looked familiar, but I didn’t know where to take it, so, realizing my confusion, he introduced himself:
“I thought you knew me! As I said before, on the way back my role was more decorative, because the bike was simply dragged back to the present on the old time road, without having to ride it at all. Scientists were still arguing after I brought them pictures of it evolving low overhead and sending up a thick trail of black smoke. The temporal motorcycle’s program was set to take me there, to the point and time calculated by the scientists, but my role was not only to take the photographs, but also to bypass the temporal nodes. At the appointed moment, I was launched and, although I knew that such a thing was almost impossible, I felt myself being pushed backward by the temporal velocity with which I was propelled. It was huge, had over a mega of chronowath and equipped with pretty much everything one would want for someone set on haunting through time. Sometimes I barely managed to stay in the time I wanted for a few
