Reuven sat back, yawning. He was tired – exhausted, even – after the three months of hard labour. His work had paid off.
With an evil grin, he looked at the sleek black orb suspended an inch off the floor directly in front of him.
He pushed the hidden button with pride, watching as the entire top of the sphere opened and folded itself away, and he
clambered into his machine. Immediately, it was as though he was transported into a different world – a world far more
advanced than anybodies dreams. Even though the entire sphere was only a metre wide, he seemed to be in a large room.
The room was surrounded by ceiling-to-floor windows, each panel displaying a different magnificent scene. Out of one
window was the breathtaking sight of Mt. Everest, it’s snow peaked top reaching to the sky like the mountain in Uncle
Moishy’s Har Sinai song. Another pane of glass showed the so-holy, so-pure scene of the Kosel, with hundreds of Women
for the Wall congregating. Reuven smirked and looked on.
A third pane of glass was flashing scenes – Germany 1949, Hiroshima during the Great Explosion, and now something that
reminded Reuven of a lesson he had had about the Tower of Babel in cheder. The good old days.
Reuven stepped over to a futuristic chair, and swivelled around. Here, he was in control. His fingers raced over
a holographic virtual keyboard, and the fourth window clouded over from it’s scene of The Vatican to display some long meaningless
code which flashed over the screen in an incredibly display of colour.
A map appeared; the laser pointer highlighted his destination with a loud beep. Machines were now emerging from hidden
cupboards, sliding out from panels all around him. Wires and cables were snaking around the room now, plugging into the
sockets placed strategically around the Control Centre.
The was a loud noise and then the windows all around flashed with colour. Reuven placed the headset over his ears, creasing
his brow and typing frantically on his keyboard.
A red light flashed from somewhere, and a siren went off. Footsteps were rushing… But it was almost too late. Reuven was ready
to go.
The door crashed open, and Shmuel hurtled through the doorway, hollering at the top of his lungs. He lunged forward, his
long arms just catching onto a handle as the top of the orb closed itself, sealing the passenger inside. A mechanical voice
announced something meaningless, and then the orb began vibrating with an intensity that Reuven had never felt…
And then he was off. All around him, things were a blur. Shadows were moving around him; strangely sinister voices whispering urgently in the cacopony of sound. He was riding through a maze of colour and ccfusion. All colours of the spectrum were glowing around him… Red, Blue, Green… now colours he had never seen before. Revuen was only
aware of his hands tightly clutching the controller, and the throbbing all around…
A manaical laughter filled the orb. His Time Machine was on the go…