Ever since he’d witnessed World War III, Alex had firmly given up on humanity. Their leaders had given lofty speeches on ‘freedom’ but in the end, all that mattered was now gone.
Mutilated bodies and hysterical survivors dotted the globe, while leaders solemnly declared mission accomplished. He spat at their faces, at their supercilious indifference.
Then, after years, he’d finally done it, his time machine was complete. Now he’d go back to the past and make sure these horrors never occur.
The machine whirred and darkness enveloped him and he came to an abrupt halt.
Gingerly alighting between thick trees, the ground rumbled and he gasped in a mix of terror and shock. Dinosaurs!
Figuring out the settings he was ready to try again, then suddenly reconsidered. Why bother? It’s not like his plan would work out as expected and there’d be Utopia on Earth?
So Alex decided to stay where he was. He wasn’t sure how long he’d survive, but anything was better than going back to the time ruled by humans.