Catch up, knock him out, take his goggles and laser gun, kill him, travel back in time to find myself.
The circle is complete!
The circle is complete!
Quick, There's No Time To Explain!
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But what if your future self also told you, you are the "only one who can stop them", then would you still be doubtful or would you take your place as defender of the galaxy only to realise the "them" are a couple of punks who throw a bag of skittels at you once you get 9 minutes down the road...poiumty said:
You were saying? [http://www.amazing1.com/burning-lasers.htm#_blank] Choice quote from the page: "When used with a simple lens this laser can cut through a rock. When used with a lens system, the air will actually explode at the focus point." Hell. Yes.Klaflefalumpf said:
OT: As long as it won't turn out it's actually my evil clone come to assassinate me, I'd go with him. First I'd ask him what time it was, and he'd say "ADVENTURE TIME!"
Well me not being a man, I wouldn't follow him. I mean, my mom taught me not to follow strange men, even if they sound kinda badass.
((I'm procrastinating like a dick... so instead of just repeating the same answer heaps of people have already given, let me instead finish up this little story of yoursLt._nefarious said:
))They race away, dragging you by the arm as fast as they can, after a good minute they rip the googles from their face mid-sprint and shove them at you.
"Put these on, and pay attention to what's happening, it will all make sense in a moment" You keep running and are jerked around the corner, which you swear is the same corner you just passed back when they first started dragging you around.
They stop, scrambling at their wrist and seeming to be in thought
"uh... it was.. oh yeah: 4, 1, 6, 8. 4168, remember 4168 ok?" they cast you a sideways glace as they hit in the number, 4168, onto a wrist device. A small hightech time machine materialises, floating down from the sky, and it's door slowly opens. They hand you the watch,
"This was pretty fun and exciting wasn't it? Definitely made your day right? Well remember that too" They hand you the laser gun, shove you into the machine and hit a big red button on the control panel all before you can even stammer out a word.
"Now it's your turn" Are the last words you hear as the machine floats up into the sky and with a flash travels backward in time.
You stumble out of the machine in a dizzy haze, falling the 30 cm or so gap between where it now floated and the back alley street where it had originally taken off from. It floats back up into the air and disappears before your eyes, but at least by now your no longer feeling dizzy. You look around, not quite sure what to do, still reeling under the bizzare turn of events. You examine the laser, the googles, and the watch that he gave you.
"4168 eh..." you mumble under your breath. You play over these crazy events in your head trying to work out what the hell just happened, and find yourself instinctively heading back towards the street you were walking on. You notice a clock in the store window, and after looking around over your shoulder you pull up your own watch... It's 8 minutes and 50 seconds ahead. Suddenly you realise.
You burst into a sprint across the street and intercept that handsome devil whose strolling along minding his own business.
"I'm you from 9 minutes in the future! Quick, There's no time to explain! Follow me!" you cry, grabbing yourself by the arm and running as far as you can, a massive grin on your face that the other you doesn't appear to have noticed, your heart racing in excitement. You run past the street where the time machine is and decide to run around the back block just for fun. You like running anyway, it's good exercise.
...
After all is said and done, the perplexed other you shoved off into the time machine and the excitement at last over you take a deep breath, looking around at your now quite surroundings. You wait for about two minutes just incase something else is going to happen, but nothing does. Finally, you get back up and walk back around to the main street, still smiling a dopey grin
"Well, that was fun... Anyway, back to work I guess" you conclude, turning and continuing down the street as you originally had been as if nothing had ever happened.
It's me, I'd turn and run the otherway, but he'd of thought of that so I'd end up there anyway...
You're walking down the street, minding your own business when all of a sudden a woman appears in front of you wearing futuristic goggles and holding a laser gun and says: "I'm you from 9 minutes in the future! Quick, There's no time to explain! Follow me!" and takes of into the distance what would you do? How would you react?lettucethesallad said:
I really am getting sick of changing the gender of the future person in my posts...
Would that be rape though? If it was me from the future, surely I would know about it and would go along with it...because it's me and I did it in the first place. And I'm sure that the paradoxical love-making is what spawned the 9-minute future me in the first place.SpectacularWebHead said:
Or rather, I wish, but I don't think that's how time-travel works.
Captcha: 'no means no' Well now I feel bad...
Maybe we have laser guns right now, but we just can't see them... Maybe we live in a really boring version of the matrix... Maybe I'm Neo... Or maybe, just maybe, you're taking a time travel thread to literally, although I think I'm more likely Neo...AngloDoom said:
Well THAT is the question I ask every day time travel hasn't been invented yet!Lt._nefarious said:
First reaction was this:
http://www.escapistmagazine.com/videos/view/loadingreadyrun/1744-A-Stitch-In-Time
In all likelihood, any attempt by my future self to communicate is a trap. Particularly if he has a "laser gun" and he's only from slightly in the future. Also, future me should know about time paradoxes and that they are, theoretically, best to be avoided.
http://www.escapistmagazine.com/videos/view/loadingreadyrun/1744-A-Stitch-In-Time
In all likelihood, any attempt by my future self to communicate is a trap. Particularly if he has a "laser gun" and he's only from slightly in the future. Also, future me should know about time paradoxes and that they are, theoretically, best to be avoided.
A person, who I don't seem to recognize even though it's supposed to be me, comes from just NINE minutes in the future with what appears to be very complicated FUTURE technology? ................................
How did you find a picture of my rape tru- Candy Van?!Brutal Peanut said:A person, who I don't seem to recognize even though it's supposed to be me, comes from just NINE minutes in the future with what appears to be very complicated FUTURE technology? ................................
Anyway as I said before...
It could all be...
I don't see why. He somehow acquired a laser gun somewhere in that 9 minutes. Maybe you got a quick sex change operation from the same place the laser gun came from. Sure, it doesn't sound like something you'd do (I think?), but who knows what the situation will be in the ensuing 9 minutes. Maybe you needed a disguise to elude someone. Maybe there was some action that absolutely required a penis. Who knows!? The future is a wild place.Lilani said:
So, a me from nine minutes in the future somehow managed to develope futuristic goggles and a laser gun? Yeah, not likely, I'm WAAAY too lazy for that.
Plus, I'd never use the "There's no time to explain" line, under any circumstances, so there's absolutely no way this guy is me. I mean, who actually blindly trusts someone who tells you that they don't have time to explain something that is clearly important?
I'd just punch the guy and steal his gun, then run away as fast as possible.
Plus, I'd never use the "There's no time to explain" line, under any circumstances, so there's absolutely no way this guy is me. I mean, who actually blindly trusts someone who tells you that they don't have time to explain something that is clearly important?
I'd just punch the guy and steal his gun, then run away as fast as possible.