Time Change
By Karen Hamilton Rice
What if there was a portable machine, no larger than a laptop computer, with which we could view history? What would that reveal to us? What would that reveal about us?
What if you could key in a date and change time?
This story begins in a Washington D.C. hospital. A ghost is noticed by employees of the MRI lab when the machine is in operation. Through trial and error they discover their spirit to be nothing more than an image created by two diverse technologies. They discover they can replay history. They realize they can build a machine to view history. When they begin, the inventors think of grand solutions, such as, viewing the building of Stonehenge or the Pyramids but the invention becomes popular for viewing personal history. It is a way to see grandma’s wedding or mother’s prom. However, there is a serial killer on the loose in the metro area. The detective assigned to the case decides the machine can also solve crime. The machine reveals the killer’s last crime and the case is solved.
At 4:37am, Saturday, February 11, the discovery was made. The couple of explorers looked at each other. Each understanding the bond of absolute secrecy they had to keep. They nodded in agreement as Mr. I made his way around their lab. They knew they were seeing history. Not history being made, but actual history. This was not a reenactment. This was not time travel. This was seeing back in time. They were observing an event that took place many years ago. That was the next mystery. How many years ago was it? How many rotations of the earth? How does a particular routine tie into a formula that reveals history? How could this even be? Was it a mistake? No. This is a real event that could have been seen before. It was like replaying a video tape over. Somewhere in the atmosphere, magnetic waves, lasers, and computer programs have captured an ancient image.
Dana wondered. “Can we do it again? Can we do it somewhere else?”
Deuce just stood back and tried to take it all in. Deuce looked into the face of discovery. Deuce looked into the face of history. He recognized them for what they were but not for all they were.