The Nation of the Glorious Turnip

Or, more commonly referred to as: Bobs miraculous revival from the jaws of a troglobite’s vision.

It all happened on a Saturday. Bob was falling from the sky he was born into. His everlasting wings had failed him. No more lifts by the wind, only the tears in his eyes, as he fell towards the earth far below. Through the shadows, clouds surround him. Ten seconds.

The sky is clear, the earth below, why did it have to end like this? Only a few moments ago he was safe, up in the air, free as a bird. He was ready, but it did not happen that day. The vision was right, betrayed by a troglobite. Nine Seconds.

What went wrong? Was it the length of his years? The body remained resilient yet suddenly surrenders to fate. A vision cannot be ignored, and in this moment, clarity of sight is impaired upon Bob’s rapid decent. Eight Seconds.

There needs only be a second, one second, but he doesn’t know, he is falling too fast, despite clarity, the wind blinds his eyes. Where is the chain that locks him into his doom? Nervous fickle movement from his fingers. Seven Seconds.

The earth grows larger, the trees are visible, and still, his wings are caught by those chains. The fingers cannot find the opening, with dazzling speed he plummets toward a gravity that is too strong to resist. Six Seconds.

The chains are unbound! Freedom! But the wings are paralysed, their movement slow and unyielding. This is the end for Bob, his last hope crushed by a hammer of defeat. The wings were the last chance for him. Five seconds.

Life flashes in front of Bob’s eyes. He sees his accomplishment, the time traveller. His greatest achievement and only chance at survival, now rest on a death world, Earth, the same one he plummets towards. Four seconds.

The time traveller saved the future. But Bob is doomed by the vision of a troglobite. How could it see the dangers of Bob’s attempt to save Earth? No matter, the trees are discernible. It wont be long now. Three seconds.

…Two…

…One…

Revival in outer space! Saved by Bob, the universe. A future is lost and a life is saved. All must remain according to the universe. Bob decreed a person’s will is worth more than a planet of miscreants. And so he found himself on Detroit, in a bar called O’shady’s, chatting with a strange guy who apparently lost his mind.

Such is the time traveller that by his own doing never came into existence.