Running Away From The Time Cops, By Angelo Savins

Well shit. How do I even end up in these kinds of situations? It's like, one minute I'm at home playing video games, and the next minute I'm trying to run away from the Time Cops in 1997. I mean, I know that there are rules to time travel, but can they just ease up on the whole "Time traveling is banned" stuff. I mean what kind of dictatorship is this? Anyway, now back to the story. But, before we pick up from where I'm getting viciously chased down by the Temporal Police and their AI companions while I'm bolting out of the 97' Soul Train Music Awards (STMA's) after party, we have to start from the beginning. And I mean, the VERY beginning… Ever since I was a kid, I (my name's Angelo Savins, by the way, I kind of figured you should know
“How does this thing even turn on?” I think out loud. The Temporal Relocator had a basic cylindrical shape that had a white tint with some sleek purple highlights on its sides. But although the Relocator was quite small, it had way too many buttons and dials on the system. I continued to study with caution because who knows the kind of things I could mess up with this kind of technology. Then, out of nowhere I push a button and a hologram appears with date slots. “Yes!” I shout finally finding the what I can assume is the date in which the user would like to travel to. But seriously though, holograms? That’s some old tech. Then I started thinking, “Wait, which time should I go to?” I had spent so much time thinking about the Relocator and how to activate it, I hadn’t even thought about a time that I wanted to go to. “I know where!,” I finally think. I enter in the coordinates: day, month, year. I press the “Enter” button on the hologram screen and it closes out. Quickly, the same vortex that I saw in the teleportal station appeared in my room, just a few feet away from me. The lightning was crackling all sorts of ways, swirling around the purple vortex. I look back to make sure that no one is coming in my room, just to be sure. Then I start to think about Jaxon and how I’m kind of going behind my good friend’s back to use the Temporal Relocator. “Hey, what he
I step out of the alleyway to see a huge crowd, and an announcement. “I have the pleasure to present to you, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.” I couldn’t believe it, I had made it back to August 28th, 1963, the day that Martin Luther King gave his “I Have A Dream Speech.” I was definitely ready to hear it, I stand in the back row for about 5 minutes when I started to realize, I NEVER CHANGED MY CLOTHES FROM 2044! So that was why people were looking at me so funny. Fortunately I’m not wearing anything futuristic, in fact I was wearing some classic Chuck-Taylor’s that were the remodeled 2012 edition, which weren’t too far off from the originals. But even I could tell that it was time to go. I get one last look at Dr. King before I quickly run off to teleport out of 1963 before I mess anything up with the time stream too majorly. I hastily activate the teleportal back to 2044 and jump through the vortex. I end up back in my room, just as I had left it, but there’s a surprise waiting in front of