Banshees, the sad chatter of the world, are the audible protests of life passing away as time moves on.
Their constant whining drove José to find their source.
The one-dimensional copies of his every existence, linked together with QtmBits, were not happy to see their host standing in front of them.
Time is relatively constant where we live and its passage makes its mark on everything. José refused to be a spectator and wanted to know more.
His only competition are the other TimeExplorers, the University, with their ProtonTimeGun, and the military, who didn’t care who won the race as long as they got the spoils.
Banshees, the sad chatter of the world, are the audible protests of life passing away as time moves on.
Their constant whining drove José to find their source.
The one-dimensional copies of his every existence, linked together with QtmBits, were not happy to see their host standing in front of them.
Time is relatively constant where we live and its passage makes its mark on everything. José refused to be a spectator and wanted to know more.
His only competition are the other TimeExplorers, the University, with their ProtonTimeGun, and the military, who didn’t care who won the race as long as they got the spoils.
