Sketch 8: The Time Traveller's Wife's Weird Cousin
Hot science
INT LABORATORY
Two scientists, Max Von Gavel and Gav Von Maxel are looking at a large box, big enough to fit two people, covered in light bulbs with wires protruding from the back, there is a small computer panel on the front of the box and the machine buzzes with 60s' thermin like sounds of science.
Gav: Dr Max, I do believe that we have discovered time-travel.
Max: Yes, Dr Gav. Time travel is no longer an impossibility.
Gav: No, Max. It's a possibility. No, I'd go further. It's a definite... definitely.
Max: Hmm, but what if this invention fell into the right hands of the wrong hands. In the right hands of the wrong hands, this machine could change the course of history.
Gav: Ah ha. I've thought of that. I will go back in time and make sure the Industrial Revolution never happens, that way we will ensure time travel never happens. And that way, our invention will not fall in the left hands of the wrong hands.
Max: But what if the wrong hands of the future send someone into the past, and he marries his own mother, becomes his own father, and recreates the industrial revolution at another time and then goes into the future, we could be talking about changing the course of history... a bit.
Gav: I've thought of that too. If that happens I'll send back the son of the wrong hands in the machine to fight his father in the past and thus there will be no industrial revolution and therefore QED no wrong hands.
Max: I have another idea.
Max reaches down and pulls out the plug. The lights go out and the machine whirrs down to silence.
Max: Now future generations will be safe from time-travel forever.
Gav: Mmmm, science. It gets me so hot.
Gav casts a lascivious glance at Max and slowly unbuttons his coat. Max looks deeply uncomfortable.
Fade out
© NIck and Keith 2006
INT LABORATORY
Two scientists, Max Von Gavel and Gav Von Maxel are looking at a large box, big enough to fit two people, covered in light bulbs with wires protruding from the back, there is a small computer panel on the front of the box and the machine buzzes with 60s' thermin like sounds of science.
Gav: Dr Max, I do believe that we have discovered time-travel.
Max: Yes, Dr Gav. Time travel is no longer an impossibility.
Gav: No, Max. It's a possibility. No, I'd go further. It's a definite... definitely.
Max: Hmm, but what if this invention fell into the right hands of the wrong hands. In the right hands of the wrong hands, this machine could change the course of history.
Gav: Ah ha. I've thought of that. I will go back in time and make sure the Industrial Revolution never happens, that way we will ensure time travel never happens. And that way, our invention will not fall in the left hands of the wrong hands.
Max: But what if the wrong hands of the future send someone into the past, and he marries his own mother, becomes his own father, and recreates the industrial revolution at another time and then goes into the future, we could be talking about changing the course of history... a bit.
Gav: I've thought of that too. If that happens I'll send back the son of the wrong hands in the machine to fight his father in the past and thus there will be no industrial revolution and therefore QED no wrong hands.
Max: I have another idea.
Max reaches down and pulls out the plug. The lights go out and the machine whirrs down to silence.
Max: Now future generations will be safe from time-travel forever.
Gav: Mmmm, science. It gets me so hot.
Gav casts a lascivious glance at Max and slowly unbuttons his coat. Max looks deeply uncomfortable.
Fade out
© NIck and Keith 2006
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