art by ShotHot Design
by Ron S. Friedman
"Behold!" said Itami when he removed the cover to unveil the device in the middle of the hangar. "The time machine."
Dr. Darren Guillet's eyes widened. The red-painted machine looked like a riding lawnmower. It had a plain looking control panel, one seat, and a large dish to its rear.
Darren scratched his head. "Is this why you dragged me to the middle of Nevada?"
"Impressive, isn't it?" Itami folded the cover and left it on the floor. "This is a historic moment."
"You're joking, right?" Darren looked around, searching for hidden cameras. "You can come out now." Hearing only the echo of his own words, he turned back to Itami. "What is this nonsense?"