A Science Fiction Romance
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In 2651, humans have colonised most of the Solar System, have a vast theoretical knowledge of the multiverse and the technology that allows them to spend a short while on different points of the spacetime continuum for research purposes. Samir, a young Terran, takes this opportunity to experience London in the ‘90. A few years later he happens upon another time traveller, Beatrice, a young Progressive (human from the outer planetary systems). They fall in love, but for their story to work out, they have to overcome their own prejudice and change their expectations from life.
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Today is the big day. It’s Sunday and both Beatrice and I are off, so I’ve helped her finish moving in.
“Gosh, Beatrice, it looks like the Iraqi invasion of Kuwait!” I exclaim, once all her possessions are in our room.
“I told you I had lots of stuff,” she says, wearing an impish smile.
“Never mind. We’ll find a way to store everything. You’re here now. That’s what counts!” I say, embracing her tenderly. “Thank you for agreeing to give it a go.”
“Thank you for asking. By the way, it is almost six now. Shall we get something to eat?” Before I can reply, my Swatch buzzes: Mum is requesting to see me. I click yes with my right thumb to take the video call and find myself a small clear spot on the bed where I can sit down. In the meantime, Beatrice leaves the room to go to the bathroom. “Hello Mum! You look very worried. Any problems?”
“Yes. 44A has just informed me that you haven’t resigned yet. What’s going on?”
I roll my eyes and then murmur that I am still deciding what to do because I am in love with a Progressive.
“A Progressive? Are you out of your mind? She’ll use you for a few weeks and once you’re addicted to her sexual practices she’ll throw you away!”
Her rage hits me like the energy of a star gone supernova. My cheeks are on fire and I cough a few times to recover from the shock. “Excuse me? What are you talking about?” I snap.
“I’ve seen many holofilms on Progressives, you know? They don’t care about other people’s feelings. She’ll destroy you and your career!”
“But you don’t even know her!” I bellow and terminate the call. When I raise my eyes from the Swatch, I see Beatrice standing in front of me. She’s paler than usual and seems about to faint. I stand up quickly so that she can take my place on the bed. “I’ll never leave you. Mum will come round, eventually. If she doesn’t, it’ll be her problem.”