Past History, (Tyran POV) part2

*A decade of time, in which direction you chose to view it

I woke with a start. What? This wasn't the hall of death? I looked around carefully to survey my soundings. I had been slumped over a couch. Yeah, that greasy smell of fried potatoes was pretty much unforgettable, especially as they were always burnt to a crisp.

I coughed, and began to fight the gag reflex as I stood and looked around for a bathroom. Wait? Was his my old apartment? I was! I quickly staggered down the hall and burst through the small door to the bathroom and began heaving what little was in my stomach into the toilet. The fact my sister was screaming bloody murder at me about ruining her makeup was beyond my ability to consider right now. When the smell of those poor potatoes reach here, she had the same reaction and promptly used the sink.

Our room mate loved his potatoes, but couldn't seem to cook them in a way that allowed him to eat the damn things. "Konrad get rid of those things!" I shouted hoarsely.

"It's my lunch." Came the reply we'd been dreading. My sister passed me some Liste eine to wash my mouth with and after I did so we cleaned our messes. Of course from time to time we'd start dry heaving, but we no longer had anything to spew across a room.

"Sorry about that Trix," she nodded and shooed me from the bathroom so she could continue with her makeup or whatever it was she was doing. I walked back to the living room and took my data pad from the couch. I strapped it to my arm before turning it on.

Konrad's head appeared from the doorway leading into the kitchen. "Hey, you want some?"

"Hell no!" I shouted, "I can barely be in the same room as that crap you eat. What makes you think I'd eat it?" I was of course, referencing the almonds he liberally sprinkles over his potatoes. I was deathly allergic to those things.

Konrad disappeared around the corner, so I went to check Terra's forums. They'd tell me how the war was going. But when I tried to, there was nothing. The four, was down. At first I thought that was the case, but it kept showing the promotional footage of the game.

Terra online, the largest game anyone had ever tried to create, especially since it was on a galactic scale. Taking advantage of the hypercom arrays it allow for the thousands of severs spread across hundreds of worlds to play in almost perfectly homogeneous real-time. A delay of a few nano-seconds tended to happen if the servers that were connecting were on differing ends of the galaxy.

Of course it didn't force everyone to play on the surface of old Terra, but it recreated every planet's surface at five times the original size. A game this expensive naturally had a lot of costs and at launch it was considered a total flop, there weren't enough people who bought in. So the devs buckled down for the long haul. Even if a measly 0.05 of the galactic population began playing, the game would be considered a flop.

But, I checked the date, and double checked the date. That couldn't be right, it was 37? The hell was going on here? Terra online first released that year. I spent perhaps several hours scouring the hyper net, only to be proven again and again that I was the anomaly. I'd somehow gone backwards in time, to a few days before it launched.

With my knowledge of the future, I didn't waste a moment. I went to the galactic stock exchange and began buying the stocks of all the companies that would be big names in a few years but right now were considered nobodies. After that spending spree I went back to Terra online and purchased the game cabin, and I splurged on quite a few of the accessories. They weren't needed, but they could make all the difference in-game.

With that all out of the way... I was now broke. I pulled on my shoes and headed to the door, "Trix! Konrad! I'm off to work."

They'd probably give me baffled looks. It was my day off right? Why go to work. Of course I used public transportation to get to work, not because I didn't have a car or anything like that, it was quite simple really. I worked for Alir Transportation, as a manager of one of the larger yards in their rail network. The bus stop was across the road from where I worked, and it was the next stop on the route.

Once at the yard I made my way to the main building, greeting a few of the yard workers on the way. Oh boy, I watched as one of the longer freight trains began creeping through the yard. It was going to be one of those days. The next two days as well. Thanks corporate. Definitely didn't want to have any fun at work or anything. Damn pointless policies. Just a more hours This week and I'd be getting overtime, then I'd really be rolling in credits.

So I set my mind to the task, I wouldn't be able to finish this train, hell no. If three different managers worked back to back until this thing was ready to move again, it might just leave around seven pm tomorrow, for reference it was only ten in the morning. Well, I try to be useful.