The place should be familiar, but without him, it is as strange as her solitude. She looks at the rugged landscape, the desolate ruins, and the massive tower, the alien sentinel. Alone, she would now face the Enemy, in her hands his swords, in her heart his courage, and her eternal love for him. How is it, she thought, that I am immortal and he was not? And she knows the answer: he was human, and she no longer is.
This was the 24th century of the Christian calendar, not that it mattered to Dr. Cecilia Townsend: her interest was science, or more exactly quantum cosmogony, rather than history.
This experiment was her brainchild, the result of years of calculations and debate in the most exclusive community of science geniuses, and observations on Earth with the ever more powerful accelerators, through the colonised part of the solar system, and through the universe, via the powerful telescopes at her disposal.
For Cecilia was famous, indeed more than famous, she was the first World’s President of Science, and the world’s great corporations were crowding her office in Beijing to fund her project.
Now, she was on her way, through the deep folds of space-time, perhaps never to return, or perhaps to come back to a world much older than her.
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She was there, tall, red-haired, her calm eyes already taking possession of him.
Then he was in her arms, she kissing him full mouth, as she used to, all those years past, when they met after school.
At once he felt transformed, a different man, and yes, already much younger.
And she said: “We have two days – just think of all that we can do for two days!”