TTM20.2
Time Travel Machine Has Been Redesigned
After years of hard work, we’ve fixed a major bug
I bought a house second-hand in the outskirts of Dublin, Ireland, and moved in not so long ago. To be exact, two months and eleven days. I live with my wife and our two sons, one with three years old and the youngest six months old. We’ve been enjoying the place, the neighbourhood, it’s a beautiful area. There is a school nearby, lots of green as usual. It rains a lot too, as usual.
Something in the house has been bothering me a bit to the point of losing my sleep. In the shed, in the back garden, right after we moved in, I saw this giant thing in a squared shape, roughly two hundred centimetres high, one-eighty centimetres wide, and one-twenty centimetres of depth, covered in a black sheet.
I’ve been trying to find the time to investigate further what it is, and today is the day. I’m off work, my oldest is in daycare, and my wife is taking care of my youngest. I can’t postpone it any longer.
On one side of the big fridge — let’s call it that — there is a pocket. I reach my hand into it and pull a piece of paper that reads the following.
