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Fiction: Taking the Beast to Meet Jimmy Carter
I tried to warn you
This trip through time better be worth it.
I’m sweating buckets here in the humid summer heat. We are all tired. It has been two weeks since we left the bunkers in Upper Appalachia. Two weeks of walking and two weeks of taking turns pushing the Beast. It is my turn now, and of course, it has to be up a hill. Ugh. I hope it is worth it.
My legs are burning. This morning Red said that it will likely be just one more day. The wet heat of the coastal jungle is making us go slower than before, so I don’t know. Also, what used to be roads are mostly covered with vines and downed trees, slowing progress. Thankfully the bridges have been intact, or we would never have been able to bring the Beast this far.
It is essential to get the Beast to the correct spot before we turn it on. In the bunker, it worked fine, but it has never been out of the bunker and we have never done a jump this far back.
It has to work. It must work.
Blue has been telling me about the science behind the Beast when we sit around the campfires at night. There is hardly any point in her telling me because it all washes over me as “quantum this” and “grey energy” that. But it reassures me to know how confident she is.
