This is a story explaining how no one escapes God’s judgement. (Poverbs 11:3)
Ian Ruttmeyer, studied his computer notes for the billionth time. Everything looked right, but then, time travel was a simple concept in theory, yet physically impossible. If one travelled from A to B in a straight line, it took a certain amount of time. The same person could travel twice as fast, they would arrive twice as quickly. What if they went three times as fast, four times, or more? There wasn’t a limit to how swiftly one could travel, but there was a limit to how much time could be reduced. If quick enough, one could arrive instantaneously, but what if they were quicker still? Could time then reverse itself?
As a child he came up with the concept and met with ridicule, yet oddly, over the course of his life, a spate of science fiction films had employed the same idea. He pushed back his glasses. His reflection on the switched off computer screen looked haggard, with pale brown eyes regarding him through circular lenses. Blond hair, rusted at the roots flattened against his scalp, and swept to one side over his brow. Cheeks looked drawn, covered in a film of blond stubble. Seven cups sat at odd points around his desk, some with mould collecting within. The lab coat he wore looked grimy, both tantamount to the time he spent in his private workspace.
A rabbit nudged its nose at the bars of its cage adjacent to Ian’s desk. He dropped the lettuce from his half eaten hamburger through the top and watched as the rodent devoured the offering. Animal testing went as far as possible, the earliest experiments with disastrous results. Beyond him, a pod the size of a telephone booth stood with door open. A metal cradle suspended it in an upright position with a seat and harness within. As he had witnessed on dozens of occasions, the pod spun on its axis within the cradle at an alarming rate then disappeared. It took several weeks just to pay off the bill for the power surge and the pod with cradle failed to reappear. He experimented with solar panels, improving them with great success. In many cases, it produced at least ten times average domestic power output and more for industrial purposes. At first, he planned to keep the discovery a secret, but instead sold the patent, making him one of the wealthiest men in the world. The proceeds funded his needs to proceed with his experiments.
Rabbits were placed within specially made harnesses and a return protocol programmed into his computer. His theory proved correct, if the animals had indeed transported to another time, then the pod lacked the power to return to the present. A red smear covered the walls the first time he opened the pod. He engineered a way for the rabbits to travel safely despite the savage G forces.
That done, the animals disappeared and reappeared without mishap, but he had no way of knowing where they went. The time for animal testing had come to an end. Ian switched on his computer and hovered over the keys, perplexed as to what time to enter.