A Historic Moment for a Verser
In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 3):
"Whoa, what, ah, you scumsucker....!" I stumble through my shock, and end with a snarl at the murderer in that other world. Rising to my feet, I glare balefully all about me. Getting shot is not fun.
Time to assess. My colder part says. My emotions howl back, but calm a bit, still sputtering in outrage.
Unless there is anybody around me, I bend over like I'm trying to catch my breath, and pray. Have a plan...prayer is good. Don't have a clue....prayer is good.
Consider. I could be messing with time. Probably not. I'm skeptical that a man can do much to mess with time. Maybe I shouldn't be. After all, Man caused the Fall.
I know my limits. Hard edged logic is not easy for me. So I'll feel my way forward, and try to do something.
Of course, if I get a clear intuition say 'take the exit' or 'don't interfere' that's different.
I'll keep my eyes open for flying motorcylces used by the Time Patrol, angels, Kirk and Spock, and any other anachronism.
So, I gather my stuff, and start walking toward the base. As I do, it occurs to me that proving what I'm about to say might be hard. And while I certainly don't look Japanese, they could think I'm a German spy.
Hmmm. Gears in brain turning.
I check my items for any tech item that is obviously supertech. A Driver's License ain't going to cut it.