James' Lab, 2024
The hum of the quantum core filled the room as James adjusted the final wires of his time displacement device. A smirk played on his lips—this was it. The first human test. He typed the coordinates: January 15, 2145.
The machine whirred to life. Blue electricity crackled—then BOOM!
A blinding flash.
James gasped as his body ripped apart molecule by molecule, hurtling through a vortex of fractured time. He landed hard on cold metal.
"Don't move." A voice—sharp, feminine.
He looked up. A woman in a *black tactical suit aimed a pulse rifle at his face. Her eyes—gold-flecked and furious—locked onto his.
Sophie.
Behind her, a crumbling skyline burned under twin moons.
What the hell had he done?
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