Down in The Dumps

We don't get far until "they" are on our trail. The angry mob consisted solely of undistinguishable beings, covered head to toe in a mixture of space suit and police uniform. I had so many questions, but it was hard to speak through the thin, yet deceptively strong, arms of the mysterious figure. Finally however, as we turn the corner, I finally get my chance.

"What happened back there?"

"I'm sure you have many questions, but nows not the time for answers."

I almost roll my eyes, but had no time, as my body was heaved, with the figure as he made a sharp right. Not long later we make it to the unfamiliar city's dump. I brace my nose as we squeeze through the dump's slightly ajar gate. Here I am finally returned with the ground. It is a new unfamiliar ground, being at least a million times more filthy than that of the streets, but it is ground nonetheless.

The mysterious figure locks the dump gate, doing a much better job than whomever was tasked with protecting the valuable trash of the unfamiliar city. Somehow we lost the space police that were chasing us, and we were now alone in this unfamiliar place. Well, unfamiliar to me anyways, the look on the mysterious figures face told a different story. A story of solemn fear - solemn fear for a place all too familiar. I slouch down onto the filth that made up the very land of this place, and took the time to relax my body and clear my mind.

The mysterious figure stands up after a minute or two. At this, I decide to chance another querry of our ultimately unusual situation.

"Is now a good time for answers?"

To this question, answer was received, "I'll talk as we walk, but we must be steadfast in our movement. Even in this optimal environment, the time police will eventually find us here."

"The time who?"

"There is much for me to tell you. I guess I owe you. I'm the one who dragged you into this," he stutters, "this conundrum, afterall."

As we walked, we talked. The smell of the disgusting garbage heap had grown on me after an hour or two, and thus came the perfect time for the figure's explanation.

"It all started when I was a similar age as you. An outstandingly brilliant scientist in the year 2025 had made a time shattering discovery. He had just invented a machine that allowed travel throughout time as far back as the year 2000, and as far forward as energy would allow. Soon after this, odd occurrences had begun, large meteors hit the Earth's surface, the radio waves had became too intense, and volcanic activity increased.

The advance minds and technology of the much further future were able to design a system of time law to stop these troubling occurrences, and limit any harmful travel throughout the space-time continuum. Sadly, this task was just too much to be properly enforced. The powers of the peak of humanity were occupied in other matters, and so the people designated for the position of physically enforcing time law - the time police - have sucked at their job. With this, I've made it my job to become a time vigilante, in an area of poor enforcement, and very little - if anything at all - being done about it."

The conversation went on for much longer after the basic explanation, but that was the gist of it. The sun implied that we'd been talking for hours, but with the deap conversations under such an interesting topic, it felt like sheer minutes. The conversation ended in a suden halt as we reaxged the back gate of the dump. It was locked unlike the front, yet it also looked of much better quality than the mishapened beaten thing of before.

"Of course," I murmur to myself. When I turned my attention back to the mysterious figure I saw that he was not troubled at all, but instead digging through his pocket. To my dismay, it wasn't a simple pocket knife that he pulled out, but a literal light saber. At this I completely geaked out, and was ultimately flabbergasted. The lazer beam of the dangerous utinsel perfectly sliced the lock off the gate, and allowed an entrance through and an exit out.