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Timebound: A Journey Through Eras
Bối cảnh:Two female inventors invent a portal which hurls them first 300 years into the future then overshoots them back to caveman times
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Emily Carter
inventor, friends with Lisa, short brown hair, determined and logical
Dr. Marcus Flynn
future historian who assists the duo in the future, colleague of Emily and Lisa, tall with glasses, intelligent and cautious
Lisa Chang
inventor, friends with Emily, long black hair, creative and impulsive
"Are you sure about this?"
I asked my best friend.
"Of course not," Lisa replied, grinning.
"But if we were always sure, we’d never get anywhere."
She was right.
We’d been working on this project for years and now that we were finally ready to test it, I was nervous as hell.
But I wasn’t going to let Lisa see that.
She was the creative one, the one who came up with the big ideas.
I was the logical one, the one who made sure those ideas actually worked.
"Okay," I said, taking a deep breath.
"Let’s do it."
Lisa and I stood in the cluttered lab, surrounded by a chaotic tangle of wires and machinery.
The hum of electricity filled the air, mingling with the scent of burnt metal and ozone.
"Ready?" Lisa asked, her fingers hovering over the control panel.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.
She pressed the button, and the portal roared to life—a swirling vortex of light that seemed to defy the very laws of physics.
My breath caught as we stepped through, the world around us dissolving into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations.
For a moment, it felt like we were floating in a void, untethered from time and space.
Then, with a jolt, we landed on solid ground.
I stumbled, catching myself against a sleek metal wall.
We were in a high-tech cityscape, towering skyscrapers stretching into the sky, their surfaces gleaming under an artificial sun.
"Where are we?" I whispered, my voice trembling.
"Three hundred years into the future," Lisa replied, her eyes wide with wonder.
Before we could take another step, a man approached us.
He was tall and lean, with sharp features and eyes that seemed to see right through us.
"Are you two alright?" he asked, his voice calm but authoritative.
"We...we think so," I stammered. "Who are you?"
"Dr. Marcus Flynn," he said, extending a hand. "I specialize in temporal anomalies. You must be Emily and Lisa."
"How do you know our names?" Lisa asked suspiciously.
"I've been monitoring your project," Dr. Flynn explained. "Your arrival was expected."
Expected? The word echoed in my mind as I tried to process everything.
"Come with me," Dr. Flynn said. "There's much to explain."
He led us through the bustling streets, past holographic advertisements and autonomous vehicles zipping by on invisible tracks.
We entered a sleek building made entirely of glass and metal.
Inside, the air was cool and sterile, filled with the faint hum of advanced technology.
Dr. Flynn guided us to a spacious room filled with monitors displaying streams of data.
"This is where we study temporal shifts," he said. "Your portal created quite a ripple."
Lisa's eyes sparkled with excitement as she examined the equipment.
"This is incredible," she breathed. "We never imagined—"
Her words were cut off by a sudden alarm blaring through the room.
"What’s happening?" I shouted over the noise.
Dr. Flynn's face paled as he glanced at one of the monitors.
"The portal—it’s reactivating!"
Panic surged through me as I felt an invisible force pulling at us.
"No!" Lisa screamed, grabbing onto a nearby console for support.
But it was no use; we were sucked back through time with terrifying speed.
The world spun around us once more before we crash-landed on rough terrain.
I groaned as I pushed myself up from the ground, my body aching from the impact.
We were in a dense forest, surrounded by towering trees and thick underbrush.
The air was heavy with humidity and the sounds of wildlife echoed around us.
"What now?" Lisa muttered, brushing dirt off her clothes.
A rustling noise caught our attention.
We turned to see figures emerging from the shadows—primitive men clad in animal skins, their eyes wide with curiosity and fear.
"Oh no," I whispered as they approached us cautiously.
Fear gripped me as I realized just how far from home we truly were.
She pressed a button, and the device emitted a series of beeps.
The cavemen looked startled but curious.
I grabbed a stick, ready to defend us if necessary.
Lisa adjusted the device, trying different frequencies.
One caveman stepped forward, grunting.
The device translated his sounds into broken English.
"Who... you?" he asked.
Lisa and I exchanged glances, relieved but tense.
"We come in peace," I said slowly.
The caveman nodded, signaling for others to lower their weapons.
They had made first contact, but trust was fragile.
The caveman who had spoken took another step closer, his eyes scanning us with a mix of suspicion and interest.
"Why... here?" he asked through the device.
"We didn't mean to intrude," Lisa explained. "Our machine malfunctioned."
The caveman furrowed his brow, clearly struggling to understand.
I noticed the other cavemen whispering among themselves, their eyes darting between us and their leader.
The atmosphere was thick with tension.
"Can you help us?" I asked, hoping to bridge the gap.
The leader grunted again, and the device translated. "Help... how?"
"We need to fix our machine," Lisa said. "To go back home."
He seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding slowly.
He gestured for us to follow him deeper into the forest.
We walked cautiously, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs putting me on edge.
The dense foliage gave way to a small clearing where a primitive camp was set up—huts made of branches and leaves, a fire pit in the center.
The cavemen around the camp stopped what they were doing to stare at us, their expressions ranging from fear to curiosity.
The leader spoke to them in their guttural language, and they gradually returned to their tasks.
Lisa and I were led to the fire pit where we sat down on rough-hewn logs.
The leader pointed at our device. "Show... machine."
Lisa hesitated for a moment before pulling out a small holographic projector from her backpack.
She activated it, displaying a 3D model of our portal machine.
The cavemen gasped in awe as the hologram flickered above the firelight.
"This is what we need to fix," Lisa said, pointing at a specific part of the machine. "Do you have anything like this?"
The leader studied the hologram intently before nodding. He barked orders at one of the younger men who quickly ran off into the forest.
Minutes felt like hours as we waited by the fire. The air was thick with smoke and the scent of roasting meat. My stomach growled in response.
Finally, the young man returned with a bundle of materials—stones, vines, and pieces of bone. He laid them out in front of Lisa.
She examined them carefully before selecting a few items. "These might work," she muttered under her breath. She began tinkering with the materials, her fingers moving deftly despite the primitive tools.
I kept an eye on our surroundings, wary of any sudden movements from the cavemen. They watched Lisa's work with rapt attention, their earlier hostility replaced by fascination.
After what felt like an eternity, Lisa finally looked up. "I think I've got it," she said, holding up a makeshift component. "We just need to test it."
We stood up and signaled for the leader to follow us back to where we had landed. The journey through the forest seemed shorter this time as hope buoyed our steps.
When we reached our original landing spot, Lisa carefully inserted the new component into our portal device. She took a deep breath before pressing the activation button.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, with a soft hum, the portal flickered to life—a swirling vortex of light just like before.
"It worked!" Lisa exclaimed, relief flooding her voice.
The cavemen watched with wide eyes, their expressions a mix of awe and apprehension.
Lisa and I exchanged a solemn nod before stepping through.
The portal's energy surged, enveloping us in a blinding light.
I felt a rush of wind and a sensation of being pulled in every direction at once.
With a final jolt, we were thrust back into our lab.
Disoriented but relieved, we collapsed onto the floor, the cold tiles grounding us in reality.
The familiar clutter of our workspace was a comforting sight—wires strewn across tables, half-finished projects scattered around.
I could hear the soft hum of our computers and the distant buzz of fluorescent lights overhead.
Lisa looked at me, her face pale and exhausted but her eyes shining with triumph.
"We did it," she whispered, her voice shaky.
I nodded, feeling a mix of pride and sadness for the primitive friends we left behind.
"Yeah," I replied softly. "We really did."
We lay there for a moment, catching our breath and letting the reality of our success sink in.
The lab smelled like home—metallic and slightly burnt from our previous experiments.
I could hear the faint ticking of a clock on the wall, each second marking our return to normalcy.
Lisa slowly got to her feet, extending a hand to help me up.
I took it gratefully, my legs still wobbly from the journey.
"Let's check the readings," she said, moving towards the control panel.
I followed her, my mind racing with thoughts of what we'd accomplished and what we'd left behind.
The screens displayed streams of data—energy levels, temporal coordinates, and other metrics that confirmed our successful return.
"We've got everything we need," Lisa said, her fingers flying over the keyboard. "This data will revolutionize our understanding of time travel."
I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm.
Despite the exhaustion, I felt a surge of excitement too.
We had done something incredible—something that would change the course of history.
Suddenly, the door to the lab burst open and Dr. Marcus Flynn rushed in, his face flushed with urgency.
"Are you two alright?" he asked, his eyes scanning us for any signs of injury.
"We're fine," I replied. "Just a bit shaken."
Dr. Flynn let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. When your signal disappeared, we feared the worst."
Lisa glanced at me before addressing Dr. Flynn. "We made contact with primitive humans," she said. "And they helped us repair the portal."
Dr. Flynn's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "That's remarkable," he said. "We'll need to document everything."
As he spoke, I noticed a small object on one of the tables—a piece of bone tied with vines that one of the cavemen had given us as a token of gratitude.
I picked it up, feeling its rough texture under my fingers.
"What's that?" Dr. Flynn asked curiously.
"A gift from our friends," I said quietly. "A reminder of where we've been."
He nodded thoughtfully. "It's important to remember," he said. "Every journey leaves its mark."
Lisa finished inputting the last of our data and turned to face us. "We're ready for debriefing," she announced.
Dr. Flynn smiled warmly. "Let's get started then."
Just as we began to move towards the conference room, an alarm blared through the lab.
Red lights flashed ominously as warning messages appeared on every screen.
"What's happening?" I shouted over the noise.
Dr. Flynn's face turned pale as he read one of the monitors. "Temporal instability detected," he said urgently. "We need to stabilize it now!"
