Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Albert Einstein. Nikola Tesla. Benjamin Franklin. Galleo Galilei. Blaise Pascal. Gottfried Wilhelm. Leonardo DiVinci.
These were just a few of the great minds that have shaped the course of human history. And now, he was ready to be the next. Filbert Hilbarington, entrepreneur, inventor, philosopher, artist, and scientist. Everyone would remember his name. It would be in history textbooks, biology texts, mathematical proofs would be named after him, as would various elements.
Just one... last... tweak... done! Finally, his time to take his rightful place in the annals of history had come. Filbert Hilbarington climbed into his bed, and turned on the device attached to the headboard. It popped out, and over his face, and he began the launch sequence.
In a matter of moments, his bed was swirling around him. Colors and sounds, flying past, as he made the leap to another universe, one farther back in time... one thing he had forgotten to add to his time machine bed: a way to properly coordinate its position to match the same relative position to the planet, instead of the same absolute position in space.
Nobody ever heard of Filbert Hilbarington again, but several millennia later, an oddity was discovered when what appeared to be a bed was found entering Earth's gravity from space.
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This blog post is part of a series of stories associated with Practice makes pretense, in which a collection of writing done in response to prompts is compiled. Then, the reader should answer the following two questions: 1) What was your favorite thing about the writing? 2) What did you feel as you read it?
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