Yours Truly, 2095
by Brian Paone
GENRE: Time Travel Romance
Jeff Blue - the victim of a time-travel conspiracy - wakes up trapped in the
year 2095. The only familiar face is J0, a robotic copy of the wife he left behind in 1981. But can she be trusted? J0 could be the only key to unlock Jeff's journey home, but it will require her to do something against her programming , something human.
During Jeff's perilous journey through the future, he will have to discover the truth about J0's origins, and solve the mystery behind how he wound up in 2095, in order to uncover the reality of his own destiny.
Armed with a one-way ticket to the moon, Jeff must race against the clock to seize what might be his last chance to return home to his time. A time without hover cars, Justice Computers, or TeleSkins - a time over 100 years ago.
The front door opened and two men walked outside onto the front walkway. One of them saw J0.
“May I help you, miss?” he called loudly.
I felt the need to speak up and answer for her. We were both technically trespassing at this point.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I said.
Both men jumped. They hadn’t seen me yet.
“I’m Jeff. My wife and I used to own this house. Are either of you Mr. Kaminski?”
The larger of the two men walked toward me. As he approached, lights from the windows illuminated his face. He was broad-shouldered with dark hair and a full mustache—someone who had decided age wasn’t going to beat him.
“It sure is good to see you again, Jeff,” Mr. Kaminski said.
I was relieved that he wasn’t going to call the cops. Or would he have called the Justice Computer?
“Nice to see you again too, sir.”
J0 stepped onto the concrete walkway that was outlined with plastic flowers and walked toward the front of the house.
“Jeff had a bad accident and just recently came out of a coma,” she explained. “He’s suffering from an amnesia of sorts.”
“That’s terrible. I’m sorry to hear that,” Mr. Kaminski said. He looked from J0 back to me.
“We thought it might help with his rehabilitation if he saw his old house. If we’re causing you any inconvenience, we understand if you would prefer us to leave,” J0 said.
“No, not at all! I’d be happy to do what I can. I have the guys over for some poker anyway. You’re welcome to come in.”
The other man took his first drag of the cigarette he had lit up as we passed through the front door.
“Kelly’s inside helping the girls with a school project. She’ll be so thrilled to see you again, Jeff.”
We followed Mr. Kaminski into the living room. I heard a group of men talking and laughing somewhere in another room.
“Kelly? Could you come down for a minute?” Then he looked at me and inquired, “You play?”
“Poker?” I asked.
“Sure. You want in on the next hand?”
“No, I have too many tells.” I winked.
There were eight men sitting around the kitchen table with cards held at chest level. I smiled as I heard them talk among themselves.
“Okay, guys. Guys! Let’s not talk about this kind of shit, okay? I’m just here to play cards and get drunk. Play another hand.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Brian Paone was born and raised in the
Salem, Massachusetts area. An award winning author, his love of writing began through the medium of short stories at the young age of twelve. After almost 20 years of consistently writing short stories for only his friends and family to read, Brian's first full-length novel was published in 2007, and he has published two more since then. Brian is married to an Officer in the US Navy, and they have 3 children. Brian is a Police Officer for the St. Mary's GA Police Department and has been working in Law Enforcement since 2002. He is also a self-proclaimed roller coaster junkie, and his favorite color is burnt-orange.
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