Wednesday, October 9, 2013
I found a transporter
My brothers and I were teenagers in Tennessee. At the old military base in LaVergne, we found an old machine in an outbuilding in the woods. It was dusty but it polished up to be a brass and glass room with a wall of buttons and dials. Very steampunk. It was a transporter. We got in it and started it. We were transported to an old warehouse in London. We wandered the streets and bought fish and chips. We returned and figured out how it worked. We visited the Eiffel Tower, then the Egyptian Pyramids. We saw the Sphinx by moonlight. We were discussing where to go next when I woke up.