The Time Tamperer (part 28)


But what no one could have known, guessed, dreamt, or imagined, was that the alien technology upon which the Deathwish siblings…

…had based their engine design for the experimental ship, featured a hitherto unsuspected element in the dropshift ganglemount trivializer vent that, when exposed to a sudden increase in temperature – like those experienced during an explosion – did something quite unusual. It caused a temporal rift in space/time. So when the Deathwish tumbled to Earth in several thousand separate constituent parts…

…it was witnessed, not by people of the current era, but by people of…

…an earlier time.

“Flipping heck.” One of them said to no one in particular. “Did you see that? What do you think it was?”

But nobody replied because of the noise made by the multiple impacts that sounded like an artillery barrage as space ship parts buried themselves in the soft loamy soil, so popular with pea farmers…

By chance, at the same time, a pea farmer, by the name of Lobbie Lowe, had been in the act of checking his emergency pea-shucking machine, which he kept in a shed on the roof of his cheap plastic pea farmer’s hovel…

Satisfied that all was well with the machine, he proceeded on to the roof terrace, where he liked to watch passing clouds, hot air balloons, and other aerial flotsam…

For a moment he was intrigued by a loud noise in the upper atmosphere. But when he realised that it was approaching the pea farming region, he rushed out to an area of scrub and looked skyward…

And he arrived in the nick of time too, because moments after pausing to gaze, he became aware of a whistling object as it…er…whistled… to the ground. It wasn’t the sort of whistle that a pea farmer would normally expect to hear; so he wasn’t overly surprised to discover a space ship escape pod, as it rested, cooling, on the scrubland immediately adjacent to his own…

“Get me outta here.” Tanganika yelled from inside the perfectly transparent escape pod. “My oxygen is almost used up. And I think I’ve soiled my pants too!”

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2018

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