Professor Alan Collins looked across to his assistant in the neighbouring chair. The fear clear on Timothy Perkins' face. You were both about to be projected into a past consciousness. You had the superior number of experiences and understanding of the limitations of the technology. You promised to keep him safe. The process was entirely passive, and quite trying for some who could feel out of control, and terrified by the experience.
As his connections are triple checked, your own are already confirmed. Twisting your head, you look around to see Sally standing by the control panel, ready to send you into the past, and return you at her command. The system was built to fail-safe. Even if there was a sudden powercut, the return systems would spring into action before you became trapped.
Timothy's lab technician stepped back signalling his readiness. Nodding to Sally, you saw her flip the switch. Moments later the pressure building behind your eyes, drawing you into your own head. Breathing felt strained, and then you were caught, cast back into the past. The lab vanishing from sight, as if you'd just fallen down an endless well.
The vertigo gripped you, as you felt disembodied, the only thing saving you from throwing up. Trying to ready yourself for the next stage, you fail. That same sensation reversed suddenly... Casting you towards a pinpoint of light, as if throwing you at a wall.
- - - - -
The aim for these trips was never precise, but you should both be close enough. Momentarily you're in control. Your footsteps falter, in a moment the host body will re-establish control, and dismiss your arrival as a dizzy spell.
Hearing a startled gasp you turn to see what has to be Timothy's startled face. He's arrived in a woman's body. Well, it is 50:50, but her blonde hair does look pretty. She seems to be struggling to breathe, to adjust to the corset she's surely wearing. Smirking to yourself, you sigh, as you feel a corset holding you stiffly in place.
Looking about, you see you're in historic New York. Reaching out a hand to settle Timothy's nerves, assure him of your company you take in the different tone of your skin. Sighing to yourself, you hate the disadvantage of being a woman in the past... You've never dealt with being a different race, too!
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