[ WP ] Two time travelers appear in the present day , claiming to both come from the same year . Both of them describe radically different versions of the future .

A shimmering mirror began to ripple as if a pebble had skipped its way across. What happened next caused the small room full of lab coats and black suites to chatter amongst themselves. 
 
 `` It is working!'' Cried a scientist as he began to tamper with controls as the other lab coats began to do the same. As they frantically hit switches on boards and typing in computers, soon the white lab coats where strewn across their backs like little children waiting for their mothers to adjust them. 
 
 `` The Russian PD3 is working!'' A scientist shouted in excitement as he slammed the phone down and began to help his comrades. 
 
 The two men and single female dressed in suites sat neatly at a table as if they had been waiting on a guest. The chair across from them aching in the legs as it yearned for weight. 
 
 Soon the mirror rippled violently the waves now vibrating in excitement as the room awaited the highly respected guest. PD3's still had n't been disclosed to the public, so the denizens of 2015 had no idea the importance of this meeting. Only two PD3's had been selected for what ever reason, Russia and Canada, what could be the significance to this? 
 
 Soon a old black man walked through the portal, as if he had just walked through a pool of water. He was naked, something that was unexpected, as well as him still being wet after he had stepped through the PD3. 
 
 He was quickly wrapped in a towel, and dried off before sitting in front of the three individuals awaiting his arrival. Sitting down, the man looked tired, bags under his eyes the size of the first ladies luggage hung from under his eyes. Wrinkles pressed each depressing scowl permanently onto his face. 
 
 The three of high priority looked at one another, unwavering, robotic emotion carved into their elderly faces. 
 
 `` What... Year?'' The man said tired, slow, half alive. 
 
 `` It is December 9th, 2014.'' The man in the middle replied looking from under bushy thick brows. 
 
 The man closed his eyes and looked as if he had fallen asleep, or died! 
 
 The three looked at one another again, the same steel faces. 
 
 `` 2099, same month, same day.'' The man said, each word delivered after a breath. The man was skinny, disgustingly so. `` When did you receive my signal?'' 
 
 `` Two weeks ago,'' the man in the middle said. 
 
 `` We had only sent it two hours in my world. I'm the last of my tribe.'' 
 
 `` Tribe?'' The women asked her voice just as empty as her face. `` We were informed you were from north america... Not-'' the women stopped herself. 
 
 `` North America?'' The man asked confused, `` i come from a place called Detrigan, by the great cold mountains of the north. We fight to stay alive, or get caught by the'machine' where your heart is crushed into juice I'm sure.'' 
 
 `` Detrigan?'' The man in the middle asked, `` the machine?'' 
 
 A map was soon laid out on the table, showing the world as it is today. The great lakes, the himalayas; the man shook his head. 
 
 `` What is this?'' He said pointing at the blue spots. 
 
 `` The ocean,'' the man in the middle replied. 
 
 The scientist who had remained quite since the time magician had entered had a dark gloomy suspicion of what the man was reciting, an inevitable end. 
 
 `` Oceans...'' The man said as if dreaming. `` My mother once told me of an ocean...'' He cracked a smile on his face that seemed to split a wooden jaw. For a second the man seemed to forget how to smile altogether. `` Beaches, that was'for the big bang. Than she said they dried up, same'ith the livestock, it all turned after the Russian's did it.'' 
 
 The room suddenly broke into a whisper deviating from its frozen silence since the time traveler had entered. Some accusing russia for the end of the world, while others spoke of war. Yet the three business suites refused to peel their eyes off of the man in futures light who had seemingly been tossed into darkness. 
 
 Such grave news weighed heavy on most of the hearts in the room, yet every cherry tree had a few rotten fruit. 
 
 `` Silent!'' The man in the middle said sharply, cutting of the lab coats of there now immature bantering, children in high school. 
 
 `` Tell us please, this is of more importance to you, as it is to us.'' 
 
 The man was quiet, he shook his head, `` you ca n't save us. I came here because i was about to die, i would'a died here, or in some other time. My lifes been spent, i just do n't want to wake up.'' 
 
 With that the man put his head on the table and fell asleep never to tell another story again. He had been doomed the minute he left and he had known that, he was chosen for a reason. 
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 The shimmering gate in russia was in a very similar room, the room was empty save one man dressed in red. Sitting in the room alone he looked over at the trapezoid shaped tank on the floor. It was projecting the pd3 gate differently from the one in Montreal. 
 
 The man sat proud and stern; his chest square and his jaw firm. 
 
 The clasped hands of a patient man rested gently on a marble table, the table so polished the man had time to check his teeth before the guest arrived. Instead of another chair, the single man had a lazy-boy for the time inquisitor to relax in. 
 
 A gentle knock could be heard from behind the neatly trimmed man, he did n't bother looking. With a gentle cough a servant walked in, a meal was placed on the table and the servant left with a gentle nod if his head. The man smiled back with sincerity and looked up at the activating gate as it danced and waved. 
 
 The man felt comfort, was this even new to him? He had seemed so precise, exact, confident. He was dressed like a man who was ready to trade his soul for ultimate power; or perhaps gmhe was giving away ultimate power for another soul! 
 
 He put on a smug smile, this could n't be anything new to him. 
 
 Soon a servant walked in, without knocking, and pushed a wardrobe on wheels. He turned it blocking the man's site of what would soon walk through the portal, the servant opened the doors and walked away. 
 
 Dripping water could be heard after a few minutes of the last servant leaving, and from in between the bottom of the wardrobe and floor soft golden feet tapped gently onto the floor. 
 
 `` What is this?'' A gentle, beautiful voice called out confused. 
 
 `` A towel, and some clothes if you wish it.'' The man said in sharp and yet comforting voice. 
 
 After a few minutes a figure walked around the wardrobe, fair and elegant was the women, of such youth and beauty only legends could compare. With a pale pink dress to compliment her stunning beauty. 
 
 `` You seem well prepared,'' she asked looking around cautiously, nothing much to see beyond the leather chair, and steaming hot meal still hidden under its silver top. 
 
 `` Perhaps your agency underestimates my own,'' the man in red said with a smile that could melt the heart of a frozen lake and drown an unsuspecting lover. 
 
 `` It took a lot to get this meeting so lets make this quick. 
 In 2099 the world is a beautiful and savory one, with nothing but flourishing mountain tops, green fields that roll like the waves to an ocean. 
 
 We have ended world hunger, created a world were disease are stories you tell your kid just to get them to take their protein pills. We have really fought long and hard for this world.'' 
 
 `` So exactly what do you want from me?'' The man asked, his honeyed voice sounded as if the devil himself was bargaining. 
 
 `` There are men who do n't want that world, because they want death and despair! They have hatched a plan this very day, same time! We have dug deep into history to learn the origin of the end, for our future was hidden in the big bang itself!'' 
 
 `` Please you are wasting my time!'' The man said bluntly now. 
 
 `` Our enemies will do what ever it takes to ruin a good thing, even if it means turning diamonds into ashes. If they succeed we are all doomed.'' 
 
 `` Oh but i understand, but to be honest sweetie,'' the man in red said standing up and slowly walking over to the girl. Each step he took tapping on the floor as if the demons from hell were applauding him. `` I wo n't be alive to care.'' 
 
 He reached over and the girl nearly jumped out of her chair. 
 
 `` I do not bite,'' he said with a deep and heavy Russian accent, the first time in their conversation to indicate he may have been. He pulled the top off of the plate and the girl looked at it with wide eyes! 
 
 `` What in gods hell!'' The girl screamed! 
 
 `` She might,'' the man said with a wicked grin as the girl continued to scream! 
 
 The last thing she ever saw was her own head decapitated steaming on a silver platter. The last thing she ever heard was his explanation of how much more her enemies paid in a hysterical and demented laugh that sung through her deepest fears before she felt the pain presented before her. 
 
 Saving her world now lost to her fingers reach forever! 
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 So tells the tale of two time travelers bound in duty by time, forsaken by the past to die against their own demise. The gates would go on to be used, but only to hasten a war that would soon put an end to all oceans that breath, creating a hell that only lucifer can grin at. 
 
 Fire lakes pour from the mountains devouring all in its path, poison thick in the air, those who survive, dream of food, those who do n't are dead. Demons come in the face of a storm and storms come in the shape of solders. Red is the mist that fogs the land, as nuclear waste inhales within man. 
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