Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:
Time, it creeps forward no matter how hard we try to stop it. We get older, our skin starts to sag, our steps, once so sharp and precise are slow and faltering. The clear eyes that we had as a child are clouded over from the decades of pain that we have seen and the loss of friends and family. Over seven hundred years ago Geoffrey Chaucer said that “Time and tide wait for no man.” He was right.
Here I stand, at the precipice of a great advancement, of something that could forever change the human experience, and I’m scared. With a change in our understanding of time, of our observation of time, will we suddenly experience time as somehow different? If we can manipulate time do we suddenly perceive ourselves as being outside of time? Or do we see ourselves as Gods?
The equipment in the room was humming with anticipation, or at least I’d like to think so. Anthropomorphising hardware? That seemed to be the least of my idiosyncracies that would be talked about by generations of students. At least, I hoped so. Preliminary results had shown that physical objects could easily be passed through time, both forward and backward, in contradiction to many established theories. Animals seemed to function fundamentally the same, but how could you truly tell? Humans had to travel through time. But the paperwork involved in human trials? Excruciatingly painful, which is why I was here, now, alone. Who better to risk their life than the man who had nothing to live for and for whom time had no meaning? I locked the door via the computer and had my hand hovering over the switch. A five-second delay. Five seconds to change my mind. I hit the switch.
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