Playing with Time Chapter 2: Oscar (the time machine)
By the murph
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I wake to find myself slumped in a large leather chair, the taste of a good night out in my mouth, bemused I look round the room and croak,
“Where the hell am I?” then a monotone voice comes from somewhere behind myself and the chair and asks,
“Can you rephrase the question?” the voice also sounds artificial but a little bamboozled, realizing I am not alone I jump to my feet and look around the unusual room, with a frown washing my face, I shout,
“Who said that?” still carrying the frown, and still very much dazed and if possible even more confused, after this subsides I begin to study this odd room in greater-detail. The walls are a silvery colour, like polished steel; the edges between the walls, floor and the ceiling are imperceptible, although the room appears square, it also looks circular, which is extremely un-nerving to say the least. Opposite the huge chair there is, what could only be described as a large puddle, which is perfectly smooth unblemished by stone or tide, however this no normal pool of water, as it is suspended vertically from the wall and is reflecting a mirror image of the entire room, but not the chair or me. Immediately in front of this mirror imitating puddle, is a freshly painted railing that stands about four foot high and runs from one end of the room to the other, separating the mirror from the room.
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Welcome the murph. I do like
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Nice one murph, I am glad
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