Dawn of the Hologram - 2063 AD
Salmarnez was hunched over at his desk, hardly paying attention to his learning monitor, which was firmly strapped to his head. He brought up the clock screen on his eye monitor, which hung over his left eye. It read 03:34:23 PM April 13, 2063. He brought up the calculator screen. Find amount of time until 04:00:00, he thought. The calculator instantly showed 00:26:36.
He sighed and minimized the calculator. DO NOT COMPUTE: Only 26 minutes... Only twenty six minutes... Then I'm free to get a hologram, he thought. The hologram, currently being sold at Wal-Mart, was the greatest thing to ever grace existence, he must have it before the entire adolecent population rushed to buy it after school. He brought up the calculator. It read 00:25:25
Sal wanted to slam his head on the desk, but then the board of education would charge him fro the headgear, money he needed to afford the expensive $24,999,999 dollar hologram.
Suddenly, a screen popped up into his eye monitor showing a purple circle and some words he didn't want to read. Damn popups; ACTIVATE POPUP BLOCKER, but another window appeared, "No popups detected." DO NOT COMPUTE: This must be a glitch, thought Salmarnez, I certainly didn't order for... uhh... he read the caption surounding the circle. "If you are bored of your current place, use this to travel through time and space!" Sal was intrigued. DO NOT COMPUTE: Time travel? Impossible! he tried to close the screen. It stayed rigidly on his monitor. He tried again, without luck. He tried to manually close it. he brough the pointer to the exit button and clicked. The window moved out of the way. He tried again with the same result. In frustration, he clicked the purple circle.
He felt his body melt away.
The Middle Ages -1120 AD
Sal felt his body hit cobblestone. He pushed himelf up and noticed his eye and learning monitor were gone, as well as his mouthpeice, brainwave scanner and his Nintendo Ultria ZX. He checked his pockets. He felt gold coins. What?! I had a million dollars in my pocket not two minutes ago, or, he looked around at the thatched-roof cotages hundreds of years in the future. He checked his other pocket; he felt a stone. He pulled it out to examine it. It was a shimmering purple, almost like the image on that advertizement. Then he realized it wasn't an advertizement. He got this for free. No contracts, no money wasted. This must be a cruel joke, he thought.