As I stood on the shores of Lake Erie, my mind racing with the possibilities of time travel, a figure approached me. It was Tesla, the renowned inventor and visionary. He looked at me with a mix of curiosity and caution, as if he had been expecting my arrival.
"Ah, so you are the time traveler I have been anticipating," Tesla said, his eyes gleaming with a hint of recognition.
I was taken aback by his words, unsure of how he could have known about my ability to transcend time. But Tesla was unfazed, his focus on the larger implications of my newfound power.
"You must understand the grave responsibility that comes with time travel," Tesla warned. "The fabric of reality is delicate, and even the smallest change could have catastrophic consequences."
I nodded, understanding the weight of his words. As much as I was tempted to use my abilities for personal gain, I knew that the stability of the timeline was paramount. Tesla's guidance reinforced my commitment to preserving the integrity of the past, present, and future.
Our conversation was cut short as I felt a strange sensation wash over me. Without warning, I found myself back in a familiar setting - a toilet cubicle in a Cleveland bar. The abrupt return to my own time left me reeling, but I was grateful for the encounter with Tesla and the reminder of the importance of maintaining a stable linear timeline.
As I emerged from the cubicle, I couldn't help but wonder if my encounter with Tesla had been a mere coincidence or a glimpse into a larger cosmic plan. Only time would tell.
Do you take requests? I'd like my aches and pains gone and I'd like more self esteem so I believe I'm a super model. And no more social anxiety, please!!! haha.
