➡️ Teleport to a time and place - Where is it and why.

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He did one last walk around, he had to make sure all was set and ready to go, that nothing was left to chance.

It looked good, the Galenkapod was ready, batteries charged, solar charger set and packed, and the beer cooler was full. A last minute check on the pull-along faithful trailer and he was sure he was ready to go. He would have a place to sleep if there was no other shelter.

Things just were not looking good for the future, the world had gone into some sort of fanatical lock down because of a germ. People were scared, or angry. There did not seem to be any middle calming ground. So he decided it was time to see how it all turned out. If things worked right he could come back or stay. he would not know till he got to the future.

He sat in the cockpit feeling area of his galenkapod, mirrors retracted, trailer stabilizer bars engaged, no telling how rough it would get. Transdimensional drive engines set for minimum ten year hops. He looked over the console, everything was in the green. His thumb hovered over the ignition switch momentarily before pressing it.

The air shimmered around the galenkapod, he sat mesmerized by the flow of time, no real sensation of movement as it should have been, he was not going anywhere, time was traveling around him. A hill where there was none before, trees in the distance growing falling dying, and being reborn.

His timer said two thousand years, he turned the ignition to off, and felt a little bit of vertigo as he did so, outside time catching up with inside time. No bumps, no bruises, He had arrived into the future. Further ahead than he had planned. What would he find? Did mankind survive the madness, was it all a hoax? did something else happen?

He opened the door, the air smelled sweetly of salt water, this should not have been as he had started well away from the ocean in another time, same place, different time. Time to explore, he adjusted the trailer stabilizers to road travel, checked the cooler and grabbed a beer.

Southwest was the direction he needed to travel, but there seemed to be an issue with that, the compass was showing Southwest was not Southwest, poles must have moved. Still he knew which way was to town, three days and he would know if there was still a town.

Did mankind survive the virus? Three days and he would know if mankind not only survived it but all the other hazards of life on Earth. Earth was still here, so at least we did not blow it up in the last two thousand years.

He sipped his beer as he drove away from the hilltop.

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I chose to go to the future, the plan was only for a 500 year jump, well things went a little bit awry. There was a remnant of a town, the ruins looked old, real old. He would have his search for what happened cut out for him, there was no sign of people.