Jeff Blue - the victim of a time-travel conspiracy - wakes up trapped in the year 2095. The only familiar face is J0, a robotic copy of the wife he left behind in 1981. But can she be trusted? J0 could be the only key to unlock Jeff's journey home, but it will require her to do something against her programming , something human.
During Jeff's perilous journey through the future, he will have to discover the truth about J0's origins, and solve the mystery behind how he wound up in 2095, in order to uncover the reality of his own destiny.
Armed with a one-way ticket to the moon, Jeff must race against the clock to seize what might be his last chance to return home to his time. A time without hover cars, Justice Computers, or TeleSkins - a time over 100 years ago.
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The dirty, worn-out sidewalks of Laredo Avenue turned into the cleaner, well-kept sidewalks of West Winter Street—a street that I had walked countless times before. Even 114 years later, the traffic pattern of West Winter Street had stayed mostly the same. Something about that warmed my heart.
A small group of girls were playing soccer in the middle of the road. The game of street soccer had survived the last century too. Just like any other classic game in the streets, they had to move aside as hover cars used the real road above them to travel. I had the urge to approach them in my best old-person voice and say, “You know, in my day, we had to get out of the way for cars that drove on the actual ground. We also had to walk ten miles to school in the snow, uphill, both ways.”
One of the girls stopped and stared at me, probably leery of a stranger approaching them. I immediately felt uncomfortable that I had been noticed watching their game. I tried to improve the situation by walking toward the middle of the road and handing a single daisy from the bouquet to each girl on the street. Despite my good intentions, each girl took one but eyed me even more suspiciously.
As I walked away, I kept my focus on the descending house numbers. I grew more anxious and excited with each domicile that I passed. When I finally reached the property of 242 West Winter Street, I put a hand over my mouth to stiffen a silent cry. It still looked perfect and untouched by the shades of time—a relic that was submersed within a neighborhood of upgrades. The familiar sight of it transported me back immediately.
I had to stop myself from running across the lawn and bursting through the front door, yelling, “I’M ALIVE!” Then Julie and Susan would look at me with relief and loving adoration.
Brian Paone was born and raised in the Salem, Massachusetts area. An award winning author, his love of writing began through the medium of short stories at the young age of twelve. After almost 20 years of consistently writing short stories for only his friends and family to read, Brian's first full-length novel was published in 2007, and he has published two more since then. Brian is married to an Officer in the US Navy, and they have 3 children. Brian is a Police Officer for the St. Mary's GA Police Department and has been working in Law Enforcement since 2002. He is also a self-proclaimed roller coaster junkie, and his favorite color is burnt-orange.
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