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The Time Rippers

THIS NOVEL IS COPYRIGHT PROTECTED AND MAY NOT BE DUPLICATED WITH OUT THE AUTHORS
EXPRESS WRITTEN CONSENT. 9/23/2013
THE TIME RIPPERS BY PETE BERTINO
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“Time is an objective phenomenon.”-Tom Servo
“Yeah,well,history is gonna change.”-Marty McFly
“I believe that human time travel could happen in this century.”-Ronald Mallett Theoretical Physicist
Date: March 2, 2002 Universe: 1
Howard Batemen woke on the last day of his life with the sun, he didn't know this was his last day but knew he didn't have
very many left. His lungs and part of his liver were riddled with cancerous tumors the size of golf balls. He sat up in bed
next to a tank of oxygen with clear tubes attached to it. He once had a full white beard and long silvery hair, but the chemo
therapy had turned his hair into a gray straw and his beard was like a patch of stunted grass, he was lanky standing over six
feet tall, but the cancer made him hunch over in pain giving him the appearance of shortness.
He quit smoking almost ten years ago, but the damage had already been done. He had almost given it up completely, until
that summer of 1947. They didn't know it could kill you then but Howdy, as he is called by friends and family, would
wonder why they made him feel sick sometimes when he smoked one too many.
He pushed back the few strands of hair he still had out of his long face and slowly got out of bed wheeling his tank behind
him. He looked out the window and thought back to that night in June. It was a sight he never forgot, like the time Lake Erie
caught fire when he was a boy, it was an awesome but terrible thing to see. It happened as quick as a bolt of lightning, a
green bolt of lightning that put blue holes the size of manhole covers all over the area surrounding his tiny house.
He turned back to his nightstand where his manuscript laid, he had
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spent the last six months writing things down. Not everything though, the military he was sure kept an eye on him, when he
would use the phone he would hear faint clicks and pops. The occasional UFO buff would come asking to look around the
area believed to be part of the Roswell crash sight, they became frequent after the late seventies when the story resurfaced
after the Marcel interview. Major Jesse Marcel of the Roswell Army Airfield was an alleged witness to the recovery.
Howdy had never met Major Marcel, but he did meet a strange man not long after the crash. He was dressed like a college
professor about to give a lecture, dressed in a corderouy jacket with suede elbow patches, carrying a pipe he never lit up. He
arrived a few days after the original story hit the wires. He looked to be about fifty with hair that was gray with strands of
white and combed to the side, his eyes were like icebergs, that said he wouldn't put up with bullshit.
“I understand you own this land.” he said through thin lips that frowned as if he were deep in thought.
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