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“I’m not a famous artist or anything,” Grayson explained, “but I’m well-known locally, and I’ve sold a few important pieces.”
“He is far too modest,” said JT, rolling his eyes. “This man has had half a dozen successful shows in the past three years, in Calgary, Ottawa – even Quebec.” Ivy and Adao were impressed. They were also impressed when they met baby Diamond, JT and Grayson’s daughter.
“She’s beautiful!” said Ivy, running a finger along the baby’s soft cheek.
“You will never guess who our surrogate mommy was,” said Grayson, grinning. And right on cue, a very familiar woman with a zany hairdo sauntered into the room and scooped baby Diamond out of Grayson’s arms.
“We were just telling our guests that you had a groovy show lined up for us tonight,” said Grayson.
Ivy raised her eyebrows. “Groovy?”
Grayson shrugged. “It’s one of those words that came back in style a couple of years ago. Kind of like saying awesome.”
Ivy just shook her head. “Seriously? Groovy?”
The show turned out to be a wild rock concert held in Grayson and JT’s backyard. Dozens of neighbors came, including Adao and Melanie. And Virginia – Virginia was a superstar. Ivy danced along with the crowd, getting so wrapped up in the magic that she almost forgot that it was her friend, Virginia, who was singing like a bona fide pop star.
She did not, however, get so wrapped up that she failed to notice Adao and Melanie sneak away early. She had had a strange, nagging sensation about those two since they met yesterday. Like they were too perfect. It was eerie. She had tried to convince herself that it was only her imagination, but years of training to be a spy had taught her to trust her instincts.
Something was up.
Moments later, her suspicions were confirmed when she saw JT look in her direction and give a slight jerk of the head. Silently, the two slipped away from the party. Ivy could not participate, of course, but she hid in JT’s car and saw it all.
Later that night, she returned to Grayson and JT’s house. “I can’t believe you missed that amazing concert!” said Adao. “Where were you?”
A slow smile spread across Ivy’s face. “Sometimes, it is better not to know what’s going to happen in the future,” she said.
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“I’m sure,” said Ivy, her voice firm. “I have to see for myself that everything turns out better this time.” She stepped toward the strange bluish-white flames, which blazed and crackled with energy.
“It may not be better to know what will happen,” said Adao.
“I know. Let’s do this,” said Ivy. She took a breath, then stepped into into the flames. Adao followed, and was quickly overcome by the sickening sensation of a sharp roller coaster drop. The air around him was squeezing him like a boa constrictor. He flailed his arms in the nothingness, fighting…then suddenly, all was still. He and Ivy stood on a rooftop thirty years in the future, the electric flames of the time machine dying behind them.
“It looks the same.” said Ivy, staring out at the barely recognizable city. “No snow. Hardly any water.”
Adao shrugged. “Maybe that’s just the effect of global warming.”
“We may as well be in the Sahara desert. Or worse, Texas.” Her voice was full of disappointment. “Oh well…let’s go track us down. Hopefully future me didn’t turn into some crazy cat lady.” Their cell phones turned out to be useless in this future (“New communications protocols,” Adao explained), so they ducked into what appeared to be a robotics shop to ask directions.
“Of course I can direct you to the house of the great Adao Rocha Morinho,” said the bot behind the counter in a smooth, human-like voice. “He and his lovely wife were the inventors of the modern A.I. companions and assistants which you see for sale in this very shop.”
“I’m famous!” Adao told Ivy as they left the store.
Ivy rolled her eyes. “Fame isn’t everything.”
“Jealous much?” he grinned.
“I’m never jealous,” said Ivy. However, an hour later, when they arrived at future Adao’s house, she changed her mind. “Okay, maybe I’m a little bit jealous.” Future Adao had a beautiful, amazing house. He also had two perfect children, named Harry and Holly, who shook their hands and made polite conversation. (“Maybe they’re robots, too,” Ivy whispered to Adao when the children were out of earshot).
But most impressive of all was Future Adao himself. He didn’t appear to be in the least bit insane this time. In fact, he had become fit and good-looking, and confidently strode around, showing off his home and his wife.
“Melanie!” Adao was speechless. Sure enough, Future Adao had married Melanie. His eyes shining with pride, he told the story of how the two had fallen in love, gotten married, and created life — both biological and artificial.
“Any new inventions in the works?” asked Adao.
“I’ll take you there myself,” said Future Adao. “Just turns out that those crazy kids are throwing a huge party tonight, which Melanie and I were planning to attend. And trust me…you do not want to miss the entertainment!”
Filled with excited anticipation, Adao and Ivy agreed to join them.
It wasn’t that Adao didn’t want to pass on Grayson’s message from his future self. It was that he didn’t know how to begin. Over the next few months, he barely spoke to Grayson, who was busy with college life. But finally, he returned home for spring break.
“Oh, you know. A lot of the same,” said Adao. Which basically meant that Adao had been sequestered in his basement, fine tuning his time machine and cranking out his first set of humanoid robots. Well, he had managed to leave a few times, to go to the gym and workout, or to meet with Ivy and sometimes with Virginia, who was finally out of the mental hospital and thriving on her new medication.
“Oh, and well…I met a girl,” he told Grayson, the tips of his ears burning.
“A girl?” Grayson’s face split into a huge grin. “A girl who’s not Ivy Malik? ’Bout time! What’s she like? Tell me everything.”
Adao laughed. “Why? So you can steal her away?” Although he was pretty sure that Melanie wasn’t Grayson’s type. For one thing, she was a girl. But also, Melanie was – well, quiet, and sweet, and even smarter about computers and robotics than Adao.
“Look,” said Adao, “there’s something I have to tell you. But you won’t believe me unless I show you.”
“Show me what?” Grayson asked. But Adao refused to say anything until later that afternoon, when Grayson came over.
“Grayson, I’d like for you to meet S.I.M,” said Adao. “It stands for Smart Interactive Machine.”
Grayson’s face drained as white as the snow outside. “What…what is this?”
“Hello, I am pleased to meet you, Grayson Tanaka,” said SIM in a choppy robotic voice, which Adao was still working to make more human-like.
“No way!” Grayson stared at the robot, his mouth hanging open. “No freaking way!”
Adao smiled and gave a half-shrug. “Well here’s the thing. Robots aren’t the only thing I’ve invented.” Taking a deep breath, he began to explain to Grayson about the time machine, about traveling to the future, and about meeting the future version of his best friend.
When he was finished, Grayson shook his head in disbelief. “So let me get this straight – the future me is loaded, the CEO of a huge company, has a gorgeous wife and kids, and hates his life? What the hell?” He laughed. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard! What more am I supposed to want?”
Before Adao could answer, SIM spoke up. “The logical answer appears to be that the future Grayson Tanaka did not feel as though he was fulfilled. In the midst of his fame and fortune, he forgot to be true to himself.”
Grayson and Adao both stared at SIM. Then Grayson asked in a hushed voice, “So…how much can I pay you to have this robot?”
“Sorry,” said Adao. “He’s just a prototype.”
Before Grayson returned to university, the four friends – Grayson, Adao, Virginia, and Ivy, got together for a party at Neon, where they drank too much, and danced all night. And just as Ivy and Adao had planned together, Ivy pulled Grayson aside. “There’s someone I want you to meet,” she said. “This is J.T. He and I work together at…a bank. I think that the two of you may have a lot in common.”
“Hi,” said J.T., his eyes locking with Grayson’s.
“Hi,” said Grayson.
Eyes twinkling, Ivy melted back into the crowd.
Just like that, they were back. Ivy felt such a strong sense of relief at seeing the familiar, dull gray walls of Adao’s basement workshop, that she wanted to leap in the air and weep with joy. They were home! No more Crazytown robots. No more weird blue-eyed clone Ivy. No more desertified Hiver Park with its dried-up river and disturbing lack of snow.
“Are you thinking the same thing I’m thinking?” asked Adao.
“Um…” Ivy doubted it. The first thing she wanted to do was meet with J.T. and tell him what she had learned. This time machine business was dangerous. If the government didn’t intervene and shut it down right now, then…she shuddered.
“We have to help them,” Adao was saying.
“Huh? Help who?” Ivy blinked.
“The others, of course!” said Adao. “Virginia and Grayson. I know that you think that fate is somehow written in stone, and that nothing we do now can change the future. But I refuse to believe that.” He shook his head. “We saw how unhappy everyone was. We have a chance to make it better.”
Adao sighed. “Look, I get it. The robot marriage thing was bizarre. But…I kind of get it, too.” He turned away from Ivy. “You get rejected enough by real people, and…well, I just get it, that’s all.”
Ivy didn’t know what to say. She felt bad for not returning Adao’s feelings for her. But that was something she couldn’t change. “Maybe there’s someone out there for you – someone real,” she told him. “Just spend a little less time down here in your basement, and out in the real world, and who knows?”
“Sure. Who knows?” Adao didn’t sound very convinced.
Ivy, as always, put her work first. She contacted J.T. and asked him to meet her as soon as possible. “I know what Adao Rocha-Morinho has been doing all this time,” she told him.
Ivy smiled wryly. “Oohh, maybe he’s figured out how to build a time machine!”
J.T. laughed with her. “Good one. Okay, seriously, though. What is it?”
Ivy shook her head. “I’m afraid the DHS will be terribly disappointed,” she said. “See – Adao is a genius with computers. But all he’s been doing is building artificial human life forms.”
“Not bombs. Just robots that he’s programming to do domestic work. He’s been working on them for the past six years, it seems. I know.” She heaved a dramatic sigh. “More hard-earned tax dollars, allocated toward the wrong project.”
The next evening, Ivy sought out Virginia. She tracked her down in a seedy local bar, where Virginia had performed earlier that afternoon. “I got booed,” she said to Ivy, her eyes welling with tears. “Actually booed. Can you believe it? I was singing My Heart Will Go On, and doing it so well, too!” She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, smearing her mascara and reminding Ivy of the future Virginia, drugged out and destitute, sobbing in her kitchen.
“Can we talk after I’ve had a shot or two?” asked Virginia, turning toward the bar.
“No!” Ivy held out a hand to stop her. “I mean – just wait, okay? I’m…worried about you.” Without sharing anything about her trip to the future with Adao, Ivy explained how she was concerned about Virginia’s state of mind, and about how much Virginia had been drinking lately. “I think that you have been self-medicating with alcohol. But what you really need is medication.” She has thought that Virginia would take offense, but to Ivy’s surprise, that did not happen.
“You’re right,” said Virginia. “You’re so right! There is something wrong with me, I know it!” She grabbed Ivy’s arm. “Will you help me?”
It took about an hour for Ivy to decide that Future Adao’s house was Crazyland. Unfortunately, she and normal Adao were stuck in Crazyland until Adao the Robot King told them how to fix the damned time machine.
She and Adao tried asking several times. “So, how do we f—”
“Have I introduced you two to the rest of the family?” Future Adao cut in. Then, instead of giving them repair instructions, Ivy and Adao had to meet the other four robots who lived there in Crazyland. “This is C3PO. Get it? Haha…he does the cleaning. Then the one with the ponytail is Luka. She’s the baby of the family. Isn’t she so cute?”
Then he would get distracted with robot repairs or robotics research, and would refuse to say anything at all to his human guests.
“We have got to get out of here,” said Ivy.
Normal Adao agreed. Then he came up with a brilliant suggestion. “Forget about Future me. Let’s ask the robots for instructions!” And so, later that evening, after Future Adao headed out somewhere on his HoverCycle™, Ivy and Adao approached a couple of the robots and asked them if they happened to know how the time machine could be repaired.
“Of course,” said Miffy.
“Certainly,” said C3PO. The two robots happily(?) shared the instructions, complete with images and GPS directions. And the moment the sun rose the next morning, Ivy and Adao fled Crazyland, headed toward the Hiver River, which ran along the edge of town.
That is, the Hiver River which used to run along the edge of town. But, just like the winter snows, the Hiver River had completely dried up, leaving behind a vast wasteland of dirt and rock.
Adao slumped onto a wooden bench, his face pale. Ivy joined him. She felt sick to her stomach to see what their town had become in the future. What they had become in the future. “I want to go him,” said Adao, moaning. “I want to fix this. There must be some way to change our fate.”
“Well, we have to at least try, right?” Adao jumped to his feet. After a quick glance at his GPS, he began to run across the dried out riverbed, headed for the spot that the robots had told them about. And suddenly, there it was. The abandoned underground shelter, which future Adao had once used as a secret laboratory. Where he had abandoned the time machine experiments due to government interference. (Ivy felt a twinge of guilt).
“Cychamo,” said Ivy. She scanned around the dirt, noticing that, among the trash piles, strange flowers grew here and there. Strange, because although they looked like organic flowers, they appeared to blink like they were covered with tiny LED lights. Ivy gasped. “Cychamo,” she repeated. “Cy-chamomile. Adao…we have to use the plants!” They both stared at the flowers, fascinated by the bizarre blend of plant and robotics.
“Wow,” said Adao. “Future me may be nuts, but he’s also a genius. The circuitry running through the stems of these flowers is just what we need to fix the machine.” They carefully gathered up what they needed, then headed back to where they had abandoned the machine. Adao got to work immediately. By late afternoon, the machine sparked to life. And by sunset, it was time to go home.
“You ready?” Adao asked.
Ivy’s stomach lurched. The feeling of time travel hadn’t exactly been pleasant. And there was still a risk of being ripped to shreds during the journey. But still she nodded. “Ready.” She stepped onto the platform and into the strange, cold, electric flames.
When Adao first glimpsed his future home, he cheered. “Yes!” he said, pumping his fist in the air. “I’m rich!” He hadn’t admitted it, but seeing his friend Grayson’s success had filled him with envy. All his life, Adao had lived in a cramped house filled with people and shabby, hand-me-down furniture. It hadn’t been horrible, but he had dreamed of something greater in his future. And here it was – a huge modular house, walls of glass and concrete, and perfectly sculpted landscaping. The home of his dreams.
“I don’t think you’re home,” said Ivy as they stared up at the darkened windows. They wandered around the building, surprised by the lack of security gates.
“Cool – I have a hot tub!” said Adao. “Come on! Let’s try it out.”
Ivy looked doubtful as she watched him peel off his clothes and climb in. “I don’t know, Adao. Even if the future you lives here, it’s still private property.”
Adao shrugged, then leaned back in the hot tub and closed his eyes. “Since when has that stopped you?” he asked. He had been watching Ivy closely while they had been stuck together in the future, and had noticed many unusual things – like the way she seemed to know how to manipulate electronic devices as well as he did, and the way she watched people and monitored their surroundings. He had overheard her asking a stranger for directions in another language, which he was pretty sure was Farsi. And earlier that day, he had been hiding behind a building on the university campus, and had seen Ivy combatting with her future self. That was what had finally convinced him. Ivy Malik was a spy.
He said nothing, though. What if it was dangerous for him to mention it? What if she had been ordered to kill people who were potential threats to her cover? Adao had read enough secret agent comic books to know the risks.
Ivy stripped down to her swimsuit and joined him in the Jacuzzi. Soon, the two of them were so relaxed that they did not notice the future Adao approach. “Hello there, me,” the future Adao spoke. Ivy let out a shriek, then climbed out of the hot tub and began to yank on her clothes. Adao followed.
“I wondered when you would finally track me down,” said the future Adao, who did not seem at all surprised to find Adao and Ivy on his property. “Of course, I knew that you were here the moment you activated the alarm on my infrared fence,” he said, gesturing.
Infrared! That explained why there were no security fences around the property. Adao grinned. “And let me guess – you had remote access to security cameras on your property.”
“Right here on my watch,” said Future Adao, holding it up for Adao to see. “And I was pretty impressed to see you in the Jacuzzi with Ivy Malik,” he said, letting out a whistle. “I always thought she was pretty hot.”
“Um, I’m standing right here,” said Ivy, her voiced edged with irritation.
Future Adao waved his hand. “Oh relax,” he said. “Hey Miffy – could you offer our guest a shoulder rub?” he called out to a shiny magenta and gold robot.
“Of course, dear,” said the robot in a smooth female voice. It walked over to a very surprised Ivy and began to massage her shoulders.
“Adao, Ivy, I’d like for you both to meet Miffy,” said Future Adao, leading everyone inside his house. “She’s the newest generation of MIFs – Matrimonial Fembots. We have been together for three happy years now.”
Adao nearly choked. “Together? You mean – together together?”
Adao exchanged shocked looks with Ivy. A robotic wife? “Well,” he said, his voice weak. “That’s um…neat.”
As they followed nervously behind, Ivy leaned over and whispered in Adao’s ear, “I say we find out how to repair the time machine and get out of here quickly!”
Adao nodded. The future him was completely insane.