Excerpt from Timeís Up
Iím recording this because I have to.† I have to finish the story.† Then I have to destroy it.† The recorder I mean.† I have no choice.† I canít let it be found in the future.† I could, of course, but it would create havoc. Maybe I shouldnít care, but thatís just the way I am.
The Neanderthals will be on the prowl soon.† Theyíll find me, and theyíll kill me, just like they killed Barry.† I canít let that happen.† I donít want to go that way. †I donít want to be ripped into pieces. †I am so fucking scared.
In a few minutes, Iím going to jump off a cliff about a hundred yards from here.† At least thatís my plan.† Itís gotta be better than being taken by the Neanderthals.
I donít know if I can do it, though.† Maybe Iíll just keep trying to survive.†
No, that wonít work.† I canít take the chance. Who wants to live in these circumstances anyway?
Iíve smashed out all my teeth.† I canít let them be found, not with my fillings and all.† Just imagine if some archaeologist in the future found a skull with fillings in some dig.† Then theyíd know.† DNA, carbon dating, theyíd know that someone from the twenty-first century died here thousands of years ago.
No, I canít let that happen.† No, Iím too Ė what Ė conscientious?† I could say fuck the rules of time-travel, but I understand whyówhy I canít leave anything behind that screams, someone from the future was here!
Anyway, itís not like it was in that Tom Hanks movie Ė smashing a tooth, I mean.† I didnít pass out like the character in the movie did.† It actually got easier after the first one.†
So, now I have no teeth and Iím spitting blood all over my recorder.† No matter.† Thank God I donít have an artificial limb or a plate in my head.†
Thatís funny Ė a plate in my head.† I can almost laugh.
It isnít pleasant spitting blood all over my recorder.† Makes me want to cry.†
As soon as Iím done Ė as soon as my catharsis is complete Ė Iíll smash the recorder into dust.† Just like everything else.†
Fuck Barry anyway.† FUCK YOU BARRY!
How did I ever let you talk me into this?
I miss Andrťa.† Oh, God, how I miss her.† I wonder if she exists in the future.† I mean Ė why wouldnít she?† Itís not like sheís descended from Neanderthals.† Or maybe we all are.† Who knows?
Well, I hope sheís going to be where she was when I left.† I hope sheíll be happy.
Iím so scared.