Just Buying Time 5 - Newest Adult Story

Then there was the experiment by Dr. Morozov’s colleague, Professor

Flatus. He had placed a pair of specially bred albino roaches within a

hollow iron-57 sphere, then inserted that into the detonation chamber. The

implosion had made sphere and roaches disappear. Those particular roaches

had never been seen again, but there were 20-year-old records of a nasty

infestation of white roaches in the building that had previously been on

the site of the laboratory. Were these the offspring of time-traveling

roaches?

“And you say they’re asking for human volunteers now, Teeya? HUMANS? It’s

*beyond* crazy! It’s a suicide mission.”

“They’re desperate. The company Directorate has decided to cut off

funding for the project. And there’s something else — ”

“The more I hear, the wackier it gets. Well, go on, woman, tell me more.”

“I’ve told you we’re living on borrowed time. What I haven’t mentioned

is just how little time we have left.”

“How much?”

“Two months. That’s the best estimate that SM’s sociometrists can come up

with. In just a couple of months this entire hemisphere will lie in ruins,

destroyed and abandoned, and ninety percent of the population will be

dead. For all practical purposes, it will be the end of the world.”

It’s dark in here in this hollow iron-57 shell. Absolute, total,

mind-shattering darkness. But I can feel Teeya behind me, curled tightly

around me, holding me in her embrace . . . and I can feel her cock deeply

embedded in my cunt.

Cunt? Oh, yes, I’m a woman now, and Teeya’s a man. Where we’re going,

sexual polymorphism hasn’t been invented yet, so we had to make some

adjustments. We both underwent radical gender reassignment surgery,

the complete Ragosin Procedure, all the way down to the chromosomal

level. Galatea — he wants to be called Galen now for reasons I’ll

go into later — is now fully capable of fathering children, and I,

Carmina, am fully capable of being impregnated and bearing them. In fact,

at this very moment I’m carrying twin embryos in my uterus, a boy and

a girl. Our children.

Where *are* we going? As best as Dr. Morozov can determine, we’re aiming

for the early Eisenhower era, traveling backwards about eighty years in

time. If everything goes as planned, Galen and I will end up at these

exact spatial coordinates, where the sub-basement of the SM Tower exists

in the here-and-now, but what used to be a residential town dotted with

what were called “tract houses.” Levittown, New York, circa 1953.

So here we are. In just a few moments, multiple shaped charges of

mini-thermonukes will implode this iron sphere, with us in it, down to

the diameter of a neutron. We’ll collapse into a black hole and hopefully

pop out into another era. I would never have let Galen talk me into it,

but . . . for that ring.

Galen’s great-great-grandfather had passed down a golden ring as a

family heirloom. The ring was sculpted in the shape of a snake biting

its own tail — actually swallowing itself. It was the worm Ouroboros,

the World Serpent, the leviathan with no beginning and no end. Engraved

on the inside of the ring was: “The future lies in the past.”

Galen’s great-great-grandfather happened to be named Galen, too. Hence

Galatea’s choice of of a male name and identity to assume. I can’t help

wondering, though, whether Galen is thinking of becoming his own ancestor

and starting the whole cycle that led to us being here in this iron ball.

Any minute now. I’m scared –